| Common people living quietly in confusion
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| Information’s giving quite a grand illusion
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| Hearts are beating, keeping time to meet a deadline
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| Faces pressed against the pane to watch a headline
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call you
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| We will stand and watch them fall
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| All our ships are sailing blindly under one sun
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| Sending signals, calling kindly, reaching no-one
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| Echoes sound the shifting air of empires calling
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| Hold my hand, the shifting sand of empires falling
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call you
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| We will stand and watch them fall
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| Oh, we’ll stand and watch them fall
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| We confided, then decided not to follow
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| All the slogans, taunts and charges, sound so hollow
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| With open minds across the border, we have waited
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| But keeping place within this race is complicated
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call you
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| We will stand and watch them
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call
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| When the winds blow I will call you
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| We will stand and watch them fall
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| Oh, we’ll stand and watch them fall |