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One, Two, Three, Four Mercury rising, what's to blame? The atmosphere, the things I trust? Columns kilo-meters high Pressing down the earth and us The air it seemed, was feather light In slight of hand it's blinding us Columns kilo-meters high Pressing down, upon our trust Oh would you stay? Oh would you go? Barometers, barometers Now's a time, to gather stones Barometers, barometers I didn't mean, the words I sewed. Barometers, barometers Forecast weather, situations Northern front is moving fast Heavy columns, miles deep High and low, marked on a map Magnified by several stations In locations, marked on a map Who is there? SongtexteMy time of need. Just several stations Marked on a map. Oh would you stay? Oh would you go? Barometers, barometers Now's a time, to gather stones Barometers, barometers I didn't mean, the words I sewed. Barometers Pressure systems, north and south We're the font to no one else We're vacuumed, you and I We're collapsin' on ourselves Pressure systems, north and south We're the font to no one else We're vacuumed, you and I We're collapsin', ahhhh Would you stay, or would you go? Barometers, barometers Now's a time, to gather stones Barometers, barometers Oh I didn't mean, the words I sewed. Oooooooh oh oh Oooooooh oh oh Oooooooh oh oh Oooooooh oh oh Oooooooh oh oh ooooooooh oh Oh oh oh oooooooooooooh (Thanks to Bri for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania