Bad weather's coming up,
One licorice, two, or maybe three.
Accident's coming round the bend,
for bad weather's here again.
And it's raining.
rain rain rain.
Calm my soul,
sooth my body.
Wash away the pain,
wash down the sins.
For I'll never be clean again.
One licorice, two, or maybe three.
Accident's coming round the bend,
for bad weather's here again.
And it's raining.
rain rain rain.
Calm my soul,
sooth my body.
Wash away the pain,
wash down the sins.
For I'll never be clean again.
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