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i found myself perched up on the roof |
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balanced on a weather vane |
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if in the darkening distance should come |
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the howling wind and rain |
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i'll be the first to know |
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which way the wind will blow |
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if when it hits, i should slip |
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and start to tumble down |
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i hope you'll come between me |
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and the cold hard ground |
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and like a ship left off to the wind |
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we slowly did drift |
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like me and George,Valley Forge |
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thanks for the lift |
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and i'll let you know |
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which way the wind will blow |
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if when it hits, i should slip |
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and start to tumble down |
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i hope you'll come between me |
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and the cold hard ground |