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The Weather Station

Good Bread

 

Good Bread


We lead a good life
In the fortune of the year
She can cut it with a sharp knife
So sharp that it don't ever tear
I want to celebrate her
I want to be more more more
I was searching for a way to find me in my hunger
We lead a good life
Even in a half-caught stare
I've got everything in my sight
So clean and so full [?]
I wanna celebrate her
I wanna warm warm warm
I want to be more more more
I was searching for a way to find me in my hunger
And in the thick of the summer
With the CN Tower
Seeming like it faded into many other dense years
But I'm gonna wait till somebody tells me
Somebody tells me, somebody tells me
It won't fade anymore
Wait till somebody tells me
Somebody tells me, somebody tells me
That it won't fade anymore

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