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I Want Wind To Blow-The Microphones
The thunder clouds broke up
The rain dried up
The lightning let up
The clacking shutters just shut up
There's no black or white
No change in the light
No night, no golden sun
The sound of cars, the smell of bars
The awful feeling of electric heat
Under fluorescent lights, they sacrifice
There's hard feelings, there's pointless waste
I want wind (Ah....)
To blow
My clothes off me, sweep me off my feet
Take me out, don't bring me back
Oh, where I can see days passed by me
I have no head to hold in grief
But there's no hope for me, I've been set free
There's no breeze, there's no ship on my sea
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