| Reaching for a reason, a rider in the snow
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| Has not far to go, has not far to go
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| Bomb unite the land, I call deep inside
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| Where no barriers hide, there’s no mistake
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| The time of change
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Meanwhile back in town, behind a paper frown
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| There’s no mistake, the time of change
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| The stars sigh as they look down
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| His horse is broken now, on his knees
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| Gray hair tumbled down, his gray hair tumbled down
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow
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| Blow my body, blow, the four winds in the snow |