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Weather Report

girls for the trachea fuck [Copywrite] Yo, whether wearin raincoats or plain clothes You can brainstorm all day and Weathermen remain bone Dry, I'll

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door See the sun sparkle in the reeds; silver

the eyes of gods. Athens gets white, the satellites are surprised. And the seasons change the cities... the cities drive the people back and forward. the seasons change Weather reports

trains depart and when you late they are on time oh i saw you behind the glass waiting here for too long how is strange waiting here for no one how

Points, lines and shapes the systems are static White, balck and blue the colors are moving Nothing is bigger than this someone couldn't understand...

When the day is sunny there's a night somewhere else when a man is sad there's someone happy somewhere else she's kissing him and they laugh together

The street is open at your feet hiding sights, hiding thoughts and the cars lights disappear and the things are no more coloured. All the city is sleeping

taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre, on a Saturday night flash flood watches covered the southern portion of my disposition there was no severe weather