Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze
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Nothing will ever bring him to his knees
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Cold are the nights, long are the days
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But no one can ever take love away
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And he kept a lock and key on it forever
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And he took it out to make sure it was dead
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And he held it in his hand
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He held it in his hand
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And he waited for the dawn for some relief
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Calm is the girl, flames in her hair
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Keeper of paths, mirth and despair
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Cold winter day, warm summer night
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That no one will ever bring back to life
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And he kept a lock and key on it forever
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And he took it out to make sure it was dead
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And he held it in his hand
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He held it in his hand
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And he waited for the dawn for some release
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Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze
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Wise is the man sleeps with the breeze
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Wise Man Blues
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Perry Blake |