| 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 |