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[ti:Weatherman] |
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[ar:Tori Amos] |
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[al:Unrepentant Geraldines] |
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He is not a weatherman |
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But his bride lies with the land |
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And she will whisper to him |
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I'll be dressing up in snow |
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Cloaked in echo it's almost |
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As if only nature knows |
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How to bring his wife to life |
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And breathe her into form |
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"One more look from her eyes |
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One more look can you paint her back to life" |
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He knows every moor and mound |
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Every curve of every hill |
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A shoulder of the mountain |
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Where they watched a thousand dawns |
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"One more look from her eyes |
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One more look can you paint her back to life" |
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Rising she stirs |
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First it blurs |
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A breeze that lifts |
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Lilac blossoms from the earth |
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Blending its shape |
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To a skirt |
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With limbs that bend |
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He's drawn toward her pirouette turn |
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Autumn's peach black |
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Winter's velvet coat |
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Pink tourmaline, |
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Palette of spring |
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In summer she's wrapped in Viennese green |
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He is not a weatherman |
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But his bride lies with the land |
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And she will whisper to him |
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I'll be dressing up in snow |
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Cloaked in echo it's almost |
[03:21.69] |
As if only nature knows |
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How to paint his wife to life |
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With every season's tone |
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"One more look from her eyes |
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One more look from her eyes |
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One more look from her eyes |
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One more look from her eyes |
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One more look from her eyes |
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One more look can you paint her back to life" |
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