| Skin soft as learher,
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| I’m the weatherman.
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| There’s no one else as dedicated,
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| I’m the weatherman.
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| Well hey kid,
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| You got the right, you got the choice to kill
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| No Son of Sam will let you in
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| To turn against.
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| Addicted to the love of ourselves,
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| I’m the weatherman
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| And tell no one else,
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| I’m the weatherman
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| So go for the kill
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| Cuz no on else cares
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| Go for the kill, go for the kill x4
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| His skin was soft as leather,
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| I’m the weatherman.
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| There’s no one else worth the dedication,
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| I’m the weatherman.
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| Well hey kid, you got the heart, without the ache.
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| Pretentious theives have you believe
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| It’s theirs to take.
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| Addicted to the love of ourselves,
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| I’m the weatherman
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| And tell no one else,
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| I’m the weatherman
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| So go for the kill
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| Cuz no on else cares
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| Go for the kill, go for the kill x4
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| For here’s the history, we make
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| For the luck, of our, fathers
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| (If I could be anywhere I wouldn’t be here)
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| No future, or goodnight
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| (If I could be anywhere)
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| No future, fans!
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| (If I could be anywhere, anywhere)
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| I sing for the melody, and I sing for a reason, and I sing as the neglect,
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| for all that unamerican…
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| So go for the kill
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| Cuz no on else cares
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| Go for the kill, go for the kill x3
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| Go for the kill!
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| Go for the kill!
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| Go! |
| For! |
| The kill. |