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Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |
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And a lovely shack by a railroad track |
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I spent my younger days |
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And I guess, the sound of the outward bound |
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Made me a slave to my wandering days |
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And the wayward wind |
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Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |
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I met her there in a border town |
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We vowed, we'd never part |
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Though I tried my best to settle down |
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Now she's alone with the broken heart |
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Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |
