Wind blows strongly in its rush to arrive
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In your face for as long as you like or hate it
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We place ourselves either for or against
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And then later on we replicate it
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Back in the box with the gas masks off
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We stare at the blocks through the double glazing
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Wishing the air was cleaner, aware
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Of a forecast declaring us crazy - crazy
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Mindset in concrete headset on loud
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To cover the noise and avoiding the crowds
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Lungs on the run and breathing too fast
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No time to talk the air doesn't last
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So back to the edge where the wind hits you hard
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This is the reason you get out of the car
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But then you feel lost and go back to sitting
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Inside the car and then back to the city
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When the air is polluted - luted, the sun is reputed - puted
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To give us all cancer, the rain starts to sting
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We get immune to it, hoping/assuming it
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Will somehow get better... You better stay in
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You better stay in, you better stay in
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Now we talk about the weather a whole lot more
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Running out of conversation and running back indoors
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We position our excursions and forget how to explore
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Until the wind blows strong enough to make us want some more
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Talk About The Weather
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| Citizen Fish |
