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Weather Man

It hurts to tell the truth I guess that's why so many people walk around with fake smiles Avoiding the pain not knowing they are only stirring up a thunderstorm Wishing that the rain would go away Do you know what it feels like to have tears that hold weight Do you know what it feels like trying to open your mind when your eyes don't want to see A closed intellect during regular business hours January cold with a February that loathes Those who choose to March and not give up in April May I offer a suggestion Some of her changes in June But mother earth will always provide the truth To the lies in July I want to be more August But the 10th month brings more dark to light, as daylight savings time ends November then December But that's not the end Because I forgot to mention these September showers, continue after hours Listening to the dark lane tapes Trying to make my own words to put on vinyl That's the truth And it hurts to say even though it's good But the more we tell the truth the easier it will be Stop hiding p.s. you can't control the weather...

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