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Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill |
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Mojique thinks of days before |
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Americans came |
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He serves the foreigners in growing numbers |
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He sees the foreigners in fancy houses |
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He dreams of days that he can still remember now |
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Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands |
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Mojique sends the package to the |
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American man |
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Softly he glides along the streets and alleys |
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Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover |
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He feels the time is surely now or nevermore |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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The dust in my head, the dust in my head |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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Would drive them away, drive them away |
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Mojique buys his equipment in the market place |
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Mojique plants devices through the free trade zone |
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He feels the wind is lifting up his people |
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He calls the wind to guide him on his mission |
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He knows his friend the wind is always standing by |
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Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away |
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Mojique waits for news in a quiet place |
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He feels the presence of the wind beside him |
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He feels the power of the past behind him |
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He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him on |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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The dust in my head, the dust in my head |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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Would drive them away, would drive them away |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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The dust in my head, the dust in my head |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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Would drive them away, would drive them away |
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The wind in my heart, the wind in my heart |
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Would drive them away, drive them away |
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Drive them away |
