| Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
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| Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress
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| Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
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| Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever
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| And when you lured me into your syrup
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| All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go
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| I never really realised that
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| Just like the struggling summer flies that
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| I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow
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| Have I been such a fool
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| Have I been sitting on your stool
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| While you cracked the whip
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| While you cracked the whip
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| I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat
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| Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march
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| Merry hare
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| It never really came to mind that
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| The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare
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| Have I been such a fool
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| Have I been sitting on your stool
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| While you held the hoop
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| While you held the hoop
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| Now that I’m out and I’m shouting in doorways
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| Freed from a love more like murder
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| I should be singing but in liberation
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| Feel like a ship with no rudder
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| Me and the wind are celebrating your loss
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| Have I been such a fool |