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i seem to tumble in the wind |
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i wait for it to begin |
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when i look at you |
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i ain't too proud to say |
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i once loved a girl this way |
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i bring trouble on my lonesome self |
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i see danger in each offered help |
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times are hard |
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the money just won't come through |
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i would be alone if not for you |
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they brought me in on a flatcar |
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down from old hong kong |
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tried to tell me what i was doing |
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was absolutely wrong |
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tried to make me over |
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into a man of steel |
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but i knew i would have to kneel |
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from the plains of alberta |
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with its wheat so wild and strong |
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i rolled over the Northlands |
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till i came to saskatchewan |
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from a hardback in my satchel |
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i read the words quite clear |
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hurry home to your loved ones now |
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wintertime is near |
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i seem to tumble in the wind |
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i wait for it to begin |
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when i look at you |
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i ain't too proud to say |
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i once loved a girl this way |
