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I knew which way the wind blows |
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It carried me into this town |
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I knew about the slow death |
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I had to meet her in the street |
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And I walked on the ledges |
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Used menace and prayer |
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Covered myself with night |
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Covered myself with night... |
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So, if you think you know the wind |
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If you think you know...the wind |
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If you think you know |
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Just spread your wings |
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On wooden cross |
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My sweet friend died |
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In a flash, in a knife |
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I knew the wind |
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Like the century |
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Like the hole in my pocket |
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Until I saw the pigeons, they fly |
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Always towards the wind |
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And I walked on the ledges |
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Used menace and prayer |
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Covered myself with night |
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Covered myself with night... |
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So, if you think you know the wind |
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If you think you know...the wind |
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If you think you know |
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Just spread your wings |
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On wooden cross |
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Just spread your wings, just spread your wings |
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On wooden cross |
