| It’s been a long night and it’s cold there, outside
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| As I watch the break of day
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| It’s starting to rain like the sky is crying in pain for me
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| I hear the sound of people running around
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| Life is there, beyond the door
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| I was with them, I know, just a few days ago but it’s over
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing lasting long
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| One thing must pass, the other’s born
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing left behind
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| All that we are’s dust in the wind
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| Many were there, for my wounds they have cared
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| As I was lying on the ground
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| I wish I’d have made some friends
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| But now it’s too late, I’m alone
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing lasting long
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| One thing must pass, the other’s born
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing left behind
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| All that we are’s dust in the wind
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| This is the end, brother give me your hand
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| I’m afraid to let it go
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| Noone’s to blame if they forget
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| Who’s the name on my gravestone
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing lasting long
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| One thing must pass, the other’s born
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| Dust, only dust
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| There is nothing left behind
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| All that we are’s dust in the wind
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| Dust in the wind
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| There is nothing left behind
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| All that we are’s dust in the wind |