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Abby you asked me how the weather isAnd I must say it's pretty grimIt seems like months now Since I've seen the sunBreaking through this winter filmI've got an apple tree in my backyard The poor thing shivers in the windI see the apples hanging on like corpsesAnd it occurs to me how morbid I am But it's 'cause I'm sick of being able toJust walk onto my roofFrom the snow bank across the streetAnd weatherman He's the only one with a tanCause he took off for Jamaica last weekSo ask your sidekick from your last video To please kindly ask the hero If there's anything that he can doBecause it's 20 degrees below zeroYes there's a warm front coming into townBut those things always make me madLike brief mirages in the desert sandSongtexteThey only remind you of what you hadAnd I'm sick of being able to Just walk onto my roofFrom the snow bank across the streetAnd the weathermanHe's the only one with tanCause he took of for Bermuda last weekSo Abby do you wanna trade your thunderstorms For my bitter, bitter cold terrain? I think we've got a few more blizzards in storeBefore the flood season in May Aus Songtexte Mania