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The wind pulls me around |
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And everything it touches turns weak |
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An antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheek |
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The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you |
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Down a lost and dead end trail |
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With a guilt no alibi can curtail |
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The world is held together by the wind |
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That blows through Gena Rowland's hair |
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Land ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joy |
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Dizzy on the deck hopin that I'd last until we land |
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With an envelope burning a hole in my hand |
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Bearing the names of the winners who walked away |
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From the games that the slaves love to play |
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To replace the air and the sea leaving you no way to fly to me |
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The world is held together by the wind |
| [02:09.16] |
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair |
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Through the window the warm summer air does a two step |
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I wish I could think of some way I could keep it |
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And clear away the mission street in my head |
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That keeps this watery weariness in our bed and |
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Sets up more windmills that all waste my time missing |
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When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing |
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Don't tell me that you don't wanna hear |
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The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed oh it's so near |
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Let the light turn green and leave us just like fear |
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There's a light turnin green leavin' us without a prayer |
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The world is held together by the wind |
| [04:05.89] |
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair |
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The world is held together by the wind |
| [04:26.52] |
That blows through Gena Rowland's hair |
