| When the wind is blowing
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| And your mind feels free
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| In the secret of the desert
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| Any of your chosen dreams
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| Like a hungry unborn kitten
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| You just try to feel free
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| Into lands of hope and glory
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| You will find long forgotten trees
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| Oh can you feel the wind
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| Blowing in your face
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| Telling you that you
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| Should win the final race
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| If the men will ask you
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| You should tell them what you’re told
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| Show them different views and aspects
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| And convince the very old
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| Give them food to feed their souls with
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| Anything they want to eat
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| Even if they’re blind and desperate
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| Future is a calming breeze
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| Oh can you feel the wind
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| Blowing in your face
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| Telling you that you
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| Should win the final race
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| Careless whispers gonna hurt you
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| My name is an ancient drug
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| Dreams of unions never mentioned
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| Measure off an awkard bound
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| Leaders do need perfect teachers
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| Water needs a thirsty soil
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| Is my life a book to open
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| Or do memories come in coils
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| Oh can you feel the wind
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| Blowing in your face
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| Telling you that you
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| Should win the final race |