The storm blows around
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This harbor town
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I listen to its wind as a choir
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The shipping forecast
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Is crackling
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Like wet wood upon a fire
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And time slows and slips away
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The tourists come around in May
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'Till August when the clouds roll in
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The pier cracks, the awnings fade
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The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain,
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The day is gone.
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Under this weather
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Under this weather
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Such shadows are blossoming
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Out at sea
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I am not going to set myself free here
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I am following some dark fortune
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Some circle in me
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Hold back the wind
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Hold back the rain
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I want to live
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To see good weather
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Hold back the years
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Hold back the hours
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I want to live
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To see the sun break through
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These days
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Under this weather
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Under this weather
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Such shadows are blossoming
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In me
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This Weather
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Patrick Wolf |