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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