Written by: R. Robinson & C. Robinson
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Thunderstorm 6:54
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Is it me or should I lock the door
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Silly it seems, afraid to answer the phone
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Someone could say that I'm paranoid
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Scissors and string
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Soon it will be spring
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What will sister bring
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Conjure my black game
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The daydreams that keep you away
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No mown grass, no sunburn
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No talk of doomsday
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Funny it seems, the ways of these days
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Scars cover me, I start to need the pain
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Scissors and string
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Soon it will be spring
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What will sister bring
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Conjure my black game
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Thunderstorm 6:54
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Righteous is this rain
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And love and love
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Love is your sad prose
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Ooh yeah, sad, sad prose
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Thunderstorm 6:54 pm
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| The Black Crowes |
