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Cursive - Harold Weathervein lyrics
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier & witness the sun drops clouds shift his legs twitch the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone erupting. inhisbeaditsliketheweatherback&forthitsliketheweather when it rains it pours down Weatherman, do you feel? Is it stormy inside of your veins? |
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