go to hell But if I spent my whole damn life trying to think of a curse for you It would never be as bad as the curse that you dealt to yourself So
Translation: New Model Army. Curse.
Smash glass against the wall Curse the music on the radio that the neighbours play. Door slams, she turns her head Watches through the window as he
looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, diving down Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts and the fear of falling - hate is a curse
took fourteen hours to hitch from London to Portsmouth I can picture you in your battered old coat Blown by the trucks on the side of the road Cursing
It was late, we were driving home in the rain I thought I saw something flying across the two-lane It was white like an angel - or like curse There and
to this song, another 394,000 children were born into this world....they break like waves of hunger and desire upon these eroded shores....carrying the curses
our skulls Sometimes this land looks empty a?? it plays so many tricks on you The soil of dried blood-sown with seed of people Overrun with armies that
