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there's a north wind coming in |
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and there's a west wind coming in |
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and there's an east wind coming in |
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and there's a strong wind blowing in from the south |
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and there's a sweet metallic taste in my mouth. |
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there's a dead feeling lingering over the wind. |
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and there's a one-way ticket in my hot little hand |
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and I'm kissing your eyelids and I'm going to japan. |
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there's life and liberty on my tongue |
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and there's a dead silence where the wind-chimes hung |
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and on some mountain somewhere in the world it's snowing |
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but here in the fields there's not a thing growing. |
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maybe next year, ya know, there is a way of knowing. |
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there's wind coming in from all directions. |
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there's a coat on my shoulders--midnight connections. |
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and I'm kissing you and leaving you behind in the sand. |
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I'm holding you a while then I'm going to japan. |
