Whirlwind
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Take me there
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Where I will be
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His lady fair
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Sheets of night
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Hiding us
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Gusts of wind
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Riding us
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I'm blown away
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Into his hands
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I'm weak and high
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Can barely stand
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In the web
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Of dizzy leaves
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Virgins all
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Elude the trees
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Touch me now
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Touch me
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The black acres are claiming me
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They're claiming me
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He holds me up
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Like a babe
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Pressing close
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I can't behave
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I need to have
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This little death
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I'm up against
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His downy chest
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In the web
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Of dizzy leaves
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Virgins all
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Elude the trees
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The chill is flush
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With burning flesh
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It's so refined
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This little death
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Touch me now
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Touch me
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The black acres are claiming me
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They're claiming me
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Touch me now
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Touch me
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The black acres are claiming me
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They're claiming me
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Black acres
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I'm running
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Away from home
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Black acres
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And the wind
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The wind is blowin'
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Black acres
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And the weathervane
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Its heathen song
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Lulls the world
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With silver tongue
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Touch me now
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Touch me
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The black acres are claiming me
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They're claiming me
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Black Acres
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Elysian Fields |