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Hurricane (Cradle To The Grave)

Grace Jones

See me, here I come, can’t see where I’ve run
No matter how far, still here you are

I am woman, I am son
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son
And I can be cool, soft as a breeze
(Soft as a breeze, from the cradle to the grave)
And I’ll be a hurricane ripping up trees

See me, here I come, can’t see where I’ve run
No matter how far, still here you are
And you keep taking, and you keep on taking
My head should be aching, my head should be aching

I’ll blow all your stars, I’ll darken your sky
Flowers will bloom when I walk by
And I can be cool, soft as the breeze
(From the cradle to the grave)
And I’ll be a hurricane ripping up trees

Ripping up, lifting up, tearing down trees
Ripping up, lifting up, tearing down trees

Once a man, twice a boy
Once a boy, twice a man
And you keep taking, and you keep taking
My head should be aching, my head should be aching

I can still, I can lie
I’ll take care of you, until you die
And I can be cool, soft like a breeze
(From the cradle to the grave, here I come)

Here I come, here I come
I’m a hurricane, a hurricane
I’m a hurricane, just a hurricane
See me, here I come

Ripping up, lifting up, tearing down trees
Ripping up, lifting up, breaking up, tearing down trees
Here I come, I’m a hurricane, here I come
On the eye of the hurricane






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