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From here where wind blows I'm waiting to know what I'll never know |
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What you think of me. you send me pictures and words of love |
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I am an older boy, there's nothing I'm sure of |
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'Cept I know I have faith to soar, strength to fly, and little more |
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Wind has worn from me hostility; gentility I wear like a crown |
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Imagine me otherwise; a hundred guys would kill to be walking beside you here |
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So it isn't clear what's wrong with me |
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I get my feet wet, I have paid my debt, I am loved yet |
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What do you think of me? |
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You sing me melodies and hand over gold rings with silver keys |
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Say I'm your lover |
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Oh, why do you think of me? |