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Bromham |
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Have you ever listened to the trees? |
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Crying out for help as the branches bend and turn |
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Have you ever listened to the breeze? |
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On a cold dark evening on a worn out country road |
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Was that a knock upon the door? |
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Who could that be at this time of night? |
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Look before you let them in |
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Could be that foxy Mister Wind |
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Have you ever walked on down the street |
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He pushes so hard he nearly knocks you off your feet |
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Have you ever felt his icy hands |
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Cutting your face just like tiny grains of sand |
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I never ever get to sleep at night |
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Underneath the blankets, turn out the light |
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Sometimes so cruel that it's a sin |
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Talking 'bout that Mister Wind |
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Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh! |
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Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh! |
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Solo |
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I don't think I'll ever understand |
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What drives him endlessly throughout this land |
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All you people now beware of him |
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Talking 'bout that Mister Wind |
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He's a giver - taker - He's a trouble maker |
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He's a blood sucker - He's a mother trucker |
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Talking 'bout that Mister Wind |
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Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh! |
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Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh! |
