| I knew which way the wind blows
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| It carried me into this town
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| I knew about the slow death
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| I had to meet her in the street
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| And I walked on the ledges
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| Used menace and prayer
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| Covered myself with night
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| Covered myself with night…
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| So, if you think you know the wind
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| If you think you know… the wind
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| If you think you know
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| Just spread your wings
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| On wooden cross
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| My sweet friend died
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| In a flash, in a knife
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| I knew the wind
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| Like the century
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| Like the hole in my pocket
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| Until I saw the pigeons, they fly
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| Always towards the wind
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| And I walked on the ledges
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| Used menace and prayer
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| Covered myself with night
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| Covered myself with night…
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| So, if you think you know the wind
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| If you think you know… the wind
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| If you think you know
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| Just spread your wings
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| On wooden cross
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| Just spread your wings, just spread your wings
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| On wooden cross |