Something roaming around my head
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But I don't know who I'm gonna write to
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You know I looked inside my book of dreams
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But I don't know which one I'm gonna sleep to yet
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Oh no I don't know which one I'm gonna sleep to
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Found me, you loved me, then you turned me on
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But I don't know why, maybe you do
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You know I love my house and yet I cannot stay
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Because I can't see which way the wind blows
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'Cause I can't see which way the wind blows
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Do what you want, cause the summer is here
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Do what you want, think I'm making that clear?
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Do what you want, don't have a care, I think that's fair
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Ooh ooh...
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Ah, ah, ah
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Words don't come so easy now
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'Cause there's a hole where my heart used to be
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Now she's gone, I have got to choose
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But I don't know now, what's the use?
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And I don't know now, what's the use?
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'Cause I can't see which way the wind blows.
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Which Way The Wind Blows
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| Peter Frampton |
