Yeah it hurts
I turn around and without a sound
I see the fire that shouldn't even be there
What could be worse
Than to suffer a curse
The nights so black
But I remian intact
Well crack garble
What could be worse
Than to suffer a curse
Surrounded not by game
But by a thousand flames
(garble garble garble
If we could make it down to at least the stones on the beach
I think we'll be safe there
Just out of reach, just out of reach)
Yeah it hurts
I turn around and without a sound
I see the fire that shouldn't even be there
What could be worse
Than to suffer a curse
Surrounded not by game
But by a thousand flames
Surrounded
Surrounded
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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