Listening For The Weather - Bic Runga
So I'm listening for the weather
To predict the coming day
Leave all thought of expectation
To the weather man
No it doesn't really matter
What it is he has to say
Cause tomorrows keep on blowing
In from somewhere
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Never be afraid of change
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And this busy inner city
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And I know how much you're
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And I'm sure that as I'm writing
You'll be somewhere on your way
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