| Which way am I turning?
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| Which way can I go?
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| Cobbled streets that ran forever
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| Here and cold they send me aching home
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| How the wet night chills me
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| Chills my hungry bones
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| Dancing flies that haunt the street lamps
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| Their laughing lightly sends me home
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| Take me back where your waters run deep
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| Cool me with your words that come from far away
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| Little breezes blow me to despair
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| But only if I know that you’re not there
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| Wonder how you’re feeling
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| Does your time drag by?
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| Sheltered by the hills that hold you
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| Fields of wheat are waving me good bye
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| Take me back where your waters run deep
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| Cool me with your words that come from far away
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| Little breezes blow me to despair
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| But only if I know that you’re not there
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| Take me back where your waters run deep
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| Cool me with your words that come from far away
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| Little breezes blow me to despair
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| But only if I know that you’re not there
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| Take me back where your waters run deep
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| Cool me with your words that come from far away
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| Little breezes blow me to despair
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| Only if I know that you’re not there
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| Those little breezes blow me to despair
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| Only if I know that you’re not there |