lunes, 23 de mayo de 2011

Take a litle walk to the edge of town.

Go across the tracks.
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks.

On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man,
In a dusty black coat with
a Red Right Hand.


Letras de Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand.

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