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|  | Текст (слова) песни: cursive -  Harold Weathervein
 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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