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American Music Club Clouds

Storm picks up valuable things Places mirrors at my feet A wardrobe filled with blood And nasty lies to repeat Well let me give you something 'cause

In your eyes I see the rest of life just passes by And that's hard for some You ask me why That's your alibi Isn't everything clear No clouds in the

world It's the pied piper, your music weatherman It's love-o'clock and we're broadcasting live Right here from the Chocolate Factory Where music ain't just music, but hit music

America and the rest of the World It's the piedpiper, your music weatherman It's love-o'clock and we're broadcasting live Right here from the Chocolate Factory Where music ain't just music

I was a bitch I'd be a bad mamajama [G-Note$:] Your music sounds like Loops of Fruit, kicks dissolve 808, sore, six doors, American Tale, feeble calls

America and the rest of the World It's the piedpiper, your music weatherman It's love-o'clock and we're broadcasting live Right here from the Chocolate Factory Where music ain't just music

America and the rest of the World It's the piedpiper, your music weatherman It's love-o'clock and we're broadcasting live Right here from the Chocolate Factory Where music ain't just music