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Текст песни Bush - Hurricane
skies ripped open by the sun
daylight comes but not soon enough
speed down your track in search of you
strapped to the back of what we do
[?!?]
over to you to make it work
ages have changed [?]
i'd rather starve than fake alive
lost to the cities of the night
lost in the world to make it right
[chorus]
heart
break
hreat-break and novocain
whoa help the pain
i'm out of control
i'm a hurricane
hitting it hard, i'm broken down
i'm out of control, i'm in a hurricane
win some ground but lose you
it's never explained how to make it through
no rope, no cash no serpentine
our love, building on a bonfire
[chorus]
good to see you follow
good to see you come again
[chorus]
(all these miles of water)