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r.dafremen
It's been a long hard winter
now the fields are green
It's been a long time coming
for the kings and queens
There it goes
I see the new sun risin
so I wash my face
and watch the dead-skin water
going down the drain
There it goes
There it goes
There it goes again
and here come the winds of change
blowing past my soul
to where I'm s'posed to be
I'm not growing old
I'm just growing free
to travel down that road
to where the winds'll carry me
I met some cold, cold faces
with a taste of gray
and met their cold gray matter
on a Saturday
I suppose
I suppose
But I forgot that bitter
where the air is sweet
when there's a Sunday morning
coming down the street
There it goes..and
Here I go
Here I go again
and here come the winds of change
blowing past my soul
to where I'm s'posed to be
I'm not growing old
I'm just growing free
to travel down that road
to where the winds'll carry me
There it goes again
and here come the winds of change
blowing through my soul
to where I'm meant to be
Forgot what I was told
who I was told to be
and now I'm travelling down that road
I'm just travelling down that road
and there it goes again.
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