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Weatherman
One, two, three, four.
Can you see a mother staring out through crystal lines
A million days a million faces I despise
I control and I am in a hole I'm at my bed(?)
Rotting is a word not often used in jail
You, I'm your weatherman
You, I'm your weatherman
Counting is fun till your counting holes in your head
These are only words how could you be mislead
You, I'm your weatherman
You, Im your weatherman
Ohh(You), I'm your weatherman
(Who is my weatherman?)
(Ooh) I'm your weatherman
(Who is my weatherman)
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