| I was sailin' down here on the wind
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| When I met you and I fell away again
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| Like a train in reverse down a dark road
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| Carrying the whole load
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| Just rattling the whole way home
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| Have you fixed your eyes to the wind?
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| Will you let it pull you in again on the way back in?
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| I’m a bit run down here at the moment
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| Let me think about it, babe
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| Let me hold you
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| There’s a cold wind blowing down my old road
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| Down the back streets where the pines grow
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| As the river splits the undertows
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| But I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t mind
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| Leave it hanging on the line
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| Lost inside my head
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| Is this the way I’ll be denied, again?
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| So I’ll set my eyes to the wind
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| But it won’t be easy to leave it all again
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| Just a bit rundown here on the sea
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| There’s just a stranger living in me
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| As you set your eyes to the wind
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| And you see me pull away again
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| Haven’t lost it on a friend
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| I’m just bit run down here at the moment
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| Yeah, I’m all alone here, living in darkness |