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letra de rabbit / tornado in brooklyn - cannonball statman

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hey
you’ve got a lot to release;

the aching in your chest
and the snails inside your throat

come on up
to the new york island;

spend money we don’t have
on something everyone needs

i’ve been alone all year;
felt like solitary confinement

now my hair is thinning
my body’s quaking
and my voice is breaking

come on
to the rabbit hole;

you know
you’ll feel better

you’ll take a shot of me
i’ll take a shot of you

and we’ll climb our way out
together

a buddy of mine in jersey
threw me out onto the street;

i wasn’t surprised
in the least

ran across the highway
walked miles on the side of the road

in the mud and ice
under the moonlight

p-ssed by the sign that said
“military vehicles only beyond this point,”

but i kept going;
they say you have to keep going

last night
in the rabbit hole;

you know
you felt better

you took a shot of me
i took a shot of you

and the taste remains
all weekend

boys
are so strange;
you’re always on the move
your faces are deranged

and the dogs and the cats
of your neighborhood;
they’re starting a lot of fires
(they’ve got a lot of wood)

they don’t have a role
in the cosmic play
but to sit and watch us
all anyway

yeah, the dogs and the cats
of your neighborhood
and their elders
(the trees and the rivers)

they dream of the day
they’ll all orbit the universe;
they’ll leave this town
again

and boys
without mothers
have taken down
your world

this smoke rises from below me;
this smoke rises from below the trees

i call you up, and i talk to you on the phone;
you’re not really listening

if there’s a tornado in brooklyn, i will k!ll you;
i’ll invent a way to spin around your world

if there’s a tornado in brooklyn, i will k!ll you;
i’ll rise up from these flames

the city’s rising from below me;
the city’s towering over the trees

i call a friend about these days to come;
she says i’m not really listening

if there’s a tornado in brooklyn, it’ll k!ll you;
it’ll spin like a broken record around your world

and when your windows break in brooklyn, i will k!ll you;
i’ll rise up from these flames

i don’t know this part of the river;
i don’t know this neck of the woods

if there’s a tornado in brooklyn, i will k!ll you;
i’ll spin like the broken record of your world

if there’s a tornado in brooklyn, i will k!ll you;
i’ll rise up from these flames

- cannonball statman

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