| I’ve got something pouring,
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| through a personal atlas,
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| and if the weather was warning,
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| even heaven should practice.
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| I’ve got something drawing,
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| like a column that’s our own,
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| and if the weather was warning,
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| the stars are drifting the shallows.
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me,
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me.
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| Be my night,
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| be my night.
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| You take on everything,
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| in a peculiar manner,
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| and if I’d be so reckless,
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| but I’ll just tremble and stammer.
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me,
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me.
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me,
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me.
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me,
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| How can ya', how can ya' look so gloomy,
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| When you’re gloomy, howlin', look so good to me.
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| (Gracias a Camila por esta letra) |