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Me and the wind are celebrating your loss |
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Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress |
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Me and the wind are celebrating your loss |
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Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be |
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Should ever be should ever be should ever |
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And when you lured me into your syrup |
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All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go |
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I never really realised that |
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Just like the struggling summer flies that |
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I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow |
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Have I been such a fool |
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Have I been sitting on your stool |
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While you cracked the whip |
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While you cracked the whip |
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I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat |
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Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march |
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Merry hare |
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It never really came to mind that |
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The strings of your instrument were strangling me |
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Inside their snare |
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Have I been such a fool |
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Have I been sitting on your stool |
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While you held the hoop |
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While you held the hoop |
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Now that I'm out and I'm shouting in doorways |
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Freed from a love more like murder |
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I should be singing but in liberation |
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Feel like a ship with no rudder |
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Me and the wind are celebrating your loss |
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Have I been such a fool |
