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Hawksley Workman

Hawksley Workman

You Me And The Weather

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You me, you me and the weather
You me, you me and the storm
You me, you me here together
You me, you me safe and warm
You me, we got things together
You me, we both been warned of all that could happen
Two lovers that walk on the lines there
Yeah they told us beware
But we never cared, oh no
We just went on in our usual way, oh ah
we never cared, oh ah
you me, you me getting wetter
You me, swimming for the sh*re
We're sw*llowed like daylight into morning
We're sw*llowed we care not any more
You me, we got things together
You me, we both been warned of all that could happen
To lovers that love like the lions dare
We bring us to sh*re
They couldn't ignore all the times we were lost on their usual way, oh no

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are letting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

You me, you me and the weather
You me, you me and the storm
You me, you me here together
You me, you me safe and warm
You me, we'vee been together
And you me, we've both been warned about all that could happen
To lovers that tug on the reigns end

Some are lying hard, some are lying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are lying hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

Some are fighting hard, some are laying low
Pretty ones are hanging on a wing

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