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Look, see how the world goes round, |
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Look, see how the day goes on, |
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You, it won't stop to help you |
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Me, it won't stop to help me. |
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All the time a wind is blowing |
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Where it's blowing next we don't know... |
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Look, some spend their days in slumber, |
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Look, someone is weary toiling, |
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Home, be my guest and come back home. |
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Come, you'll be better off at home. |
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All the time someone is dying, |
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Where he's dying next we don't know... |
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I sit in the sunset |
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Watching God's evening, |
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Receding so gently now |
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Into the Westlands. |
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I think I'm at peace now |
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But of nothing am I certain |
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Only which way will the wind blow next time? |
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You, you might never have been saved |
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Ah, well you might not have been so brave, |
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Time would have shown the parting waves |
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And you slipping under Autumn's gaze |
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And now I know that nothing is what it ever seems. |
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I sit in the sunset |
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Watching God's evening, |
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Receding so gently now |
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Into the Westlands. |
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I think I'm at peace now |
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But of nothing am I certain |
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Only which way will the wind blow next time? |