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Weatherman
Machines Of Loving Grace
Get off the streets and rise from the pressure
And burst out laughing, get off
Everybody knows it's going to explode you see
Where the cops all wear leatherBleed kid, get off the street kid
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired
Weatherman, think it over
You've got a moment's respite
There was a film, there was a nightmare
Weatherman, get it over
Infiltrate your inside
Cielo Drive up on the right there
Some people say the weather's no different
But there's a house on the hill
>From what we had yesterday
And plant them like barrels of toxic hatred
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Where the children all kill their playthings
Everybody knows it's going to explode you see
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Weatherman, you get it over
Everybody knows it's all wired, it's all wired
We penetrate your disguise
Twist the fork in her spine
Weatherman, get it over
Bleed kid, get off the street kid
Weatherman, you're taking over
Weatherman, get it over
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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