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The heavy wind, heated by the sun
It's rising up
And I've been told we got to move away
We're staying here
All's gone the way of the wind
They stare at you, and they point at me when I step outside
And the kids rely on nothing but themselves
And even then
All's gone the way of the wind
Now listen, baby, we got to think things through
Quietly
There's no getting even, not even desperately
Think of me
