| Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
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| Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
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| He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
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| He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
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| He thinks of days that he can still remember now
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| Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
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| Mojique sends the package to the American man
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| Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
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| Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
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| He feels the time is surely now or never more
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| The wind in my heart
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| The wind in my heart
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| The dust in my head
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| The dust in my head
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| The wind in my heart
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| The wind in my heart
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| (Come to) Drive them away
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| Drive them away
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| Mojique buys equipment in the market place
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| Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
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| He feels the wind is lifting up his people
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| He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
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| He knows his friend the wind is always standing by
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| Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
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| Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
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| He feels the presence of the wind around him
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| He feels the power of the past behind him
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| He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on
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| The wind in my heart
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| The wind in my heart
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| The dust in my head
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| The dust in my head
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| The wind in my heart
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| The wind in my heart
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| (Come to) Drive them away
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| Drive them away |