Great Western Wind catches in your Celtic hair
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Flicks it round your face like flames around the sun
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In the bright cold air you seem as innocent and fair
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As Rita Tushingham in 1961
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel so good
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I wish that I could be as good as you
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel the good
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Beyond the poison in us like you do
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LP records in your little hands
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Put them on your little dansette for a dance
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All those men sing you'll never walk alone
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But you'll never let them break your little heart.
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel so good
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I wish that I could be as good as you
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel the good
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Beyond the poison in us like you do
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If you have some sort of secret
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If you need someone to tell
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You can tell me
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Because my memory
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Always fails
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I will forget
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And your secret
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Will remain
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Yes the secret
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Your secret
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Will remain
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel so good
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I wish that I could be as good as you
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Well, Lynsey Wells
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How I wish that I could feel the good
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Beyond the poison in us like you do
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L.Wells
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| Franz Ferdinand |
