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Well I see the clouds, I see the shadowIt's rainin' wolves outside our doorWe stand and watch through hesitation'Cause they'll be spread out there forevermore You said the sun's behind the fallin'It's how the creature's heed their pawsAnd lay their hands on my decisionsAnd burn right through the books of somber lossNow there is somethin' in the wildHere is a weather of a killin' kindSilently pass their sleeping jaws nowBut I hold cymbals in my handsDon't need no score to play this piece, noDon't need no violins to lose a manNow there is somethin' in the wildHere is a weather of a killin' kindI drink for something when I'm nothingI drink for nothing when it's goneAnd I feed the clouds, they are my shadow'Cause I have raised the cubs my self aloneNow there is somethin' in the wildHere is my weather of a killing kind From Letras Mania