| Mercury rising
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| What’s to blame?
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| The atmosphere, the things I trust
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| Columns kilometers high
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| Pressing down upon our trust
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| Northern front is moving fast
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| Pressing down the earth and us
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| The air it seemed was feather light
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| And slight of hand its blinding us
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| Columns kilometers high
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| Pressing down upon our trust
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| Would you stay or would you go
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| And now’s the time, to gather stones
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| I didn’t mean the words I sowed
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| Forecast weather
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| Situations
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| None in front is moving fast
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| Heavy columns miles deep
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| High and low marked on a map
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| Magnified by several stations
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| In locations marked on a map
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| Who is there
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| My time of need?
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| Just several stations marked on a map
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| Would you stay or would you go
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| Now’s the time to gather stones
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| I didn’t mean the words I sowed
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| Pressure systems, north and south
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| We are the front, and no one else
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| We are a vacuum, you and I
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| We are collapsing on ourselves |
| Pressure systems, north and south
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| We are the front, and no one else
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| We’re a vacuum, you and I
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| We are collapsing on…
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| Would you stay or would you go
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| Now’s the time to gather stones
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| Barometers, Barometers
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| I didn’t mean the words I sowed |