| There’s an ill wind on the lowlands
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| A famine in the hills
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| A rust storm on the northern seas
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| A dust storm on the skills
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| Where is the law that holds me
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| In a grey unpleasant land
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| I will not dance for the medicine man
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| With the happy pills at hand
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| I will pack up my things and go
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| Head on down to Australia
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| Just strap on some wings and I’ll blow
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| Right here in my time, right here in my mind
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| Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving
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| I will not sing a chain gang song
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| I will not walk the line
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| The company store won’t have my soul
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| And I won’t have his dime
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| You could take my job and shove it
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| If I just had one to give
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| You could take my pain and love it
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| But you won’t know how I live
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| I will pack up my things and go
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| Take a train over Canada
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| Tie up my strings and I’ll blow
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| Right here in my time, right here in my mind
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| Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving
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| If I fill my eyes up with the sun
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| And I hold my face to the blazing sky
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| My shadow will be cast behind me
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| And I’ll look no more at its beaten eyes
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| This is a time
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| Listen to the city fall
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| Listen to the warm wind call
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| Listen to me my love
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| This is a time for leaving
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| Right here in my time, right here in my mind
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| Right here in my life, this is a time for leaving
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| This is a time for leaving |