detroit_child
To the music of falling water,and I don't mean rain
Don't give me that pain,don't corner me with that poetry thing.
I'm sitting on a rock,at the edge of the world. . .
The red earth and ocean are below me,
locked in a distance
Don't give me that pain,don't corner me with that poetry thing.
I'm sitting on a rock,at the edge of the world. . .
The red earth and ocean are below me,
locked in a distance
of erosion,put a rock on me to stop me blowin' away. . .
I'm gonna make you shake
I'm gonna make your hand shake!
I'm gonna make you shake
I'm gonna make your hand shake!
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