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The Ugly Organ 2003
Harold Weathervein текст песни
Harold Weathervein
Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and 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.
in his head its like the weather
back and forth its like the weather
when it rains it pours down
Weatherman, do you feel?
Is it stormy inside of your veins?
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