Wouldn't know any more than home
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And couldn't see much further
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And light won't help
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A wound untended grows
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And never heals
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Standing face to east
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Waiting for an answer
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But the only sound is desert wind
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And when the wind was cold
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Bundled up and packed away we shiver still
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Finding more than one wind blows
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I couldn't sleep
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Something kept me still and wide awake
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And gnawing at my breast
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Something I don't know
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I couldn't shake it
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Laying face to wall
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Plaster tells me nothing
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But I sense a movement somewhere else
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And 'though it's far away
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Bundled up in safety here I shiver still
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Finding more than one wind blows
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He walked alone
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Facing wind and snow
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Moving slowly
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He staggers, moves again
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Somehow stronger now
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The wind won't touch him
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But the only sound is desert wind
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And when the wind was cold
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Bundled up and packed away we shiver still
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Finding more than one wind blows
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One Wind Blows
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |