Thursday, December 3, 2009

GIMME SHELTER

Yeah, a storm is threatening my very life today. If i dont get some shelter lord, im gonna fade away.

War, children, yeah, its just a shot away, its just a shot away...

Oh, see the fire is sweepin at our streets today. Burnin like a red coal carpet. A mad bull lost its way... Pope, murder, its just a shot away...

I tell Love, sister, yeah, it's just a kiss away...

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