#67 Bonus - Let Me Throw (a Frozen Frisbee)

The lines glows white on the pitch tonight

Not an open pass to be seen.

A tactic of isolation,

and it looks like a defence screen

The wind is howling its a swirling storm inside

Couldn't keep it in;

Heaven knows I've tried

Don't let them win,

don't let them D

You shouldn't twirl the disc don't let them see

Conceal, don't feel,

don't let them know

Well now they know

Let me throw, let me throw

Can't hold it back anymore

Let me throw, let me throw

Forced away and need to score

I don't care

what they're going to say

Let my dump rage on.

Playing D never bothered me anyway

It's funny how some distance

Makes everything seem small

And the zone that once controlled me

Can't get to me at all

It's time to see what I can do

To test their forces and break through

No right, no wrong, no rules for me,

I'm free!

Let me throw, let me throw

The disc into the wind and sky

Let me throw, let me throw

You'll see my deep threat fly

Here I stand

And here I'll play

Let the dump rage on

My throw flurries through the air close to the ground

My disc is spiralling through those zone trials all around

The defence realises that it's just too fast

Its never coming back, its past them with a blast

Let me throw, let me throw

And it'll rise as the break is on

Let me throw, let me throw

That perfect curl is gone

Here I stand

In the field of play

Let the dump rage on

Playing D never bothered me anyway

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