| I sense there’s something in the wind
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| It feels like tragedy’s at hand
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| And though I’d like to stand by him
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| Can’t shake this feeling that I have
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| The worst is just around the bend
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| And does he notice my feelings for him?
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| And will he see how much he means to me?
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| I think it’s not to be
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| What will become of my dear friend?
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| Where will his actions lead us then?
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| Although I’d like to join the crowd
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| In their enthusiastic cloud
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| Try as I may, it doesn’t last
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| And will we ever end up together?
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| And will we ever end up together?
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| No, I think not
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| It’s never to become
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| For I am not the one |