When you wake I won't know what to do
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Wether or not I will stay here with you
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Something's got into the way that I hide
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But I told a lighter to write off the light
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Southern winds, southern winds
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We were young lying eyes in the sun
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Antarctic footprints together we ran
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But I cried, then I'll have to explain
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All of my colours are going to gray
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Southern winds, southern winds
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And where do the boats all go?
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And where do the boats all go?
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And where do the boats all go?
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When they're out the wasteland I rode
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So I'll wait till you come to my side
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Carried along by an old rusty tide
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Living and loving can turn a man strange
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So don't let them bury you living their way
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Southern winds, southern winds
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Southern winds, southern winds
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Southern Winds
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| Guillemots |
