Panther Hollow - Automatic Weather

Having a hard day
My inner cynic won’t let me talk
He’s got a long face
He’s out for blood and he never stops
Apart together
Automatic weather, maybe we’ll
Sort it out together
Automatic weather
When you’re outnumbered
Whenever you feel like you’ve gotta give up
Here’s a reminder
You have a greatness that no one does
Apart together
Automatic weather, maybe we’ll
Sort it out together
Automatic weather

Written by:
Bernardo Ochoa

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