Feelin' in the back of my heart
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Just a feelin' it's way around
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Been running around from place to place
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Tryin' to get my feet on the ground
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Ending up here in the middle of the night
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With nothin' but the stars around
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And it's very well known that
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They don't make no sound
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And it's very clearly shown
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That some things lost
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Are never to be found
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So sail away
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If you got the chance
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Take the first high tide
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Don't worry much
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'Bout where you're goin'
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Be glad that you got the
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Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride
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Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride
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There's a wind that moves
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I know it well
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Thru trees without a trace
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Nothin' moves, never a rustle
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As it chases its tail
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For the sake of the chase
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And within this wind
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If it knows you well
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You may chance to see your face
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And it's very well known
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That it's a stillborn place
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And it's very clearly shown
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That this is its one and only grace
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So sail away
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If you got the chance
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Take the first high tide
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Don't worry much
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'Bout where you're goin'
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Be glad that you got the
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Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride
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Ride Ride Ride Ride Ride
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Midnight Wind
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| The Association |
