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The air is boiling - sun on my back |
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Inside I'm frozen girl - I'm about to crack |
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They may fix |
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The weather in the world |
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Just like Mr. Gore said |
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But tell me what's to be done |
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Lord - 'bout the weather in my head |
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Girl when you hurt me - when you told |
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Those lies |
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It's like a typhoon exploded behind my eyes |
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They may fix the weather in the world |
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Just like Mr. Gore said |
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But tell me what's to be done |
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Lord - 'bout the weather in my head |
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Here comes my own Katrina - the levee |
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Comes apart |
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There's an ocean of misery floodin' my heart |
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They may fix the weather in the world |
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Just like Mr. Gore said |
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But tell me what's to be done |
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Lord - 'bout the weather in my head |
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Seaquake by morning |
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Says QUAKE-TV |
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Rogue wave comes high |
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And it breaks all over me |
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They may fix the weather in the world |
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Just like Mr. Gore said |
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But tell me what's to be done |
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Lord - 'bout the weather in my head |
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Four old hippies drivin' in the rain |
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I asked for a lift - they said: |
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Get used to the pain |
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They gonna fix the weather in the world |
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Just like Mr. Gore said |
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But tell me what's to be done |
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Lord - 'bout the weather in my head |
