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Wind o' carry me away
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Guide my angels - inlink their chains
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Words find echoes in my past
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My delusion now unmasked
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I dare to touch this body's surface
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Temptation blinding my resistance
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I could linger so much longer
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But the wind was stronger
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Yes I know my eyes are sinning
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Longing for what is not mine
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Defend her purity with mercy
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Threat my guts, cut off my tongue
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Merge my conflict with the wind
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Mesmerize my childish instincts
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Then I will not suffer any longer
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But still the wind was stronger
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My puppets, angels, dolls and she
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Staring, whispering at me
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Ready to drop - in chains paralysed
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On naked skin I feel their glares
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Embarrased of what they might see
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I cannot speak, I cannot think
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Scared to death I move no longer
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Yes, I guess the wind was stronger
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But The Wind Was Stronger
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| Diary Of Dreams |
