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| Riding The Scree | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Autor tekstu: Peter Gabriel | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Struggling down the slope, There's not much hope. I begin to try to ride the scree, but the rocks are tumbling all around me. If I want John alive, I've got to ditch my fear - take a dive, While I've still got my drive to survive. Evel Knievel, you got nothing on me. Here I go! | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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