Eric Shoves Them In His Pockets - Storms | Текст песни

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Storms roamed in,
and you were sitting there,
and the grocery store was
pounded with drops,
and your head was pounded with thoughts.

Skies turned grey,
and you were loosing things you wanted to say,
and the black clouds – they killed your mind.
And they were killing all that was left inside.

So don't worry girl 'cause
I got this man,
and we've got a deal,
and he said he can keep me safe,
and away from it all.
credits
from Lay Down, released 29 April 2013
Towarowa, Warsaw, March 2013.
Recorded and mixed by Eric Shoves Them In His Pockets.

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