Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
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Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
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He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
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He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
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He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.
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Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
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Mojique sends the package to the American man
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Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
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Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
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He feels the time is surely now or never...more.
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The wind in my heart
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The wind in my heart
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The dust in my head
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The dust in my head
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The wind in my heart
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The wind in my heart
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(Come to) Drive them away
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Drive them away.u
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Mojique buys equipment in the market place
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Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
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He feels the wind is lifting up his people
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He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
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He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.
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Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
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Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
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He feels the presence of the wind around him
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He feels the power of the past behind him
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He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.
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The wind in my heart
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The wind in my heart
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The dust in my head
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The dust in my head
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The wind in my heart
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The wind in my heart
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(Come to) Drive them away
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Drive them away.
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Listening Wind
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Talking Heads |