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- There are some who can still remember
All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered And the ones who survive it are few. Oh, I can still see the ***iling faces When the times were so good All in the old familiar places I'd go back ifI could ( to the)
People of the South Wind. People of the Southern Wind. It's the People of the Wind, I got to be there again.
Well, it's a hard thing to face the music. But it's something everybody has got to do. So I hope that I can always remember All the crazy times we had to go through. Now it's a dream that is slowly fading. And I don't want it to go. All of the memories are evading And I want you to know (it's the)
People of the South Wind. People of the Southern Wind. It's the People of the Wind, I got to be there again.
Now we've tr***eled across the oceans And we've seen what there is to see. But I guess it's not the proper solution Cause it's all about the same to me. Now I look back and it makes me wonder Why we just couldn't see All of the battles we fought and won there And wish that I could be with the
People of the Wind I want to see'em again It's where we used to be free And that's the place for me. It's just a state of mind A thing that's so hard to find With the People of the Wind. |
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