The wind pulls me around
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and everything it touches turns weak
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An antique or an eyelash stuck to your cheek
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The paper thin skin of a crowd chasing you
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Down a long and dead-end trail
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With a guilt no alibi can curtail
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The world is held together by the wind
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That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
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Land ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joy
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Dizzy on the deck I hope I last until we land
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With an envelope burning a hole in my hand
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Bearing the names of the winners who walked away
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From the games that the slaves love to play
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To replace the air and the sea
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Leaving you no way to fly to me
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The world is held together by the wind
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That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
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Through the window
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the warm summer air does a two-step
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I wish there was some way I could keep it
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And clear away the Mission Street in my head that
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Keeps this watery weariness in our bed and
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Sets up more windmills that I'll waste my time missing
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When it should just be your lips that I'm kissing
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Don't tell me that you don't hear
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The clock ticking on the shelf by our bed it's near
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There's a light turning green just like fear
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There's a light that turns green
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and leaves us without a prayer
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The world is held together by the wind
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That blows through Gena Rowland's hair
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What Holds the World Together
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American Music Club |