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Now the wind don't have to hurry |
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Blowing cross my bones |
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Rolling out the pastures |
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Smoothin' and out the stones |
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Theres fire on the mountain |
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Dark angels in the trees |
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The wind don't have to hurry |
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They're taking what they please |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Now the fraud police are coming |
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Right out to your door |
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They say you have no liberty |
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if you're who there looking for |
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No writ of habeas corpus |
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No platform of the sands |
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The wind don't have to hurry |
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Only the wind knows where you went |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Now the wind don't have to hurry |
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Blowing to my soul, |
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I stole for gold and diamonds |
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And buried in this hole |
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They brought my love a pistol |
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They put it to her head |
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Now the wind don't have to hurry |
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She was already dead |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
