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It's all in the weather all together now
Left me barely enough time to say
I didn't find what the weather wanted
Now a band makes music
Half dead
A third alive
A quarter ticking over on the middle
By the side of the road
Don't get surrounded by people we hate
Choke you out the house
Down the back and out the garden way
I said you're half dead
A third alive
A quarter ticking over on the middle
By the side of the road
Half dead
A third alive
A quarter ticking over on the middle
By the side of the road