Walk The Fleet Road

Stampa   |   Correggere

A winter wind blows, in from the north,
Scratches your spine, cold like the forth
But you're a long way from home,
Through the dark we tiptoe,
The hospital looms, as we walk fleet road

Hold your tongue,
Swallow your venom,
You're too young,
Hold your tongue

No push and no shove,
Spit your verbal mace,
Hate can turn to love not this for this human race,
Ohhhh!

Hold your tongue,
Swallow your venom,
You're too young,
Hold your tongue

Hold your tongue, (my heart)
Swallow your venom, (will explode)
You're too young, (as we walk)
Hold your tongue ( the fleet road)






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