Paroles:
Winds The Last Line

importance AS unrealistic as the concept may be Feeding the ongoing circle No means of retribution Only a single escape The last line of defense Throughout

It was 2004 I was sweet 16 Driving through north west to all you want to find On the dual carriage way With the wind in my face You would pick me up every

rain steady pumping me up, locked down on hard times But I'm knowing that I gotta make it, running on my deadline Giving out flat lines, cause if you

And the funny smells And the turmoil the cars and the people The air that you're breathing is me {Last line is sung simultaneously with next line}

'll carry you all the way, You say you're fine But you're still young, and out of line All I need is to turn around, To make it last, to make it count

a cool .45. The wind is ice and foreign air tastes strange I.C.B.M. Bang! Bang! You're dead! No one left to worry Kiss me quick, now I have to hurry Our last

man lookin' for the doctor's cure Lookin' at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature for dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind

you like a glove When the night comes falling from the sky. I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river, You must have been protecting someone last

The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the