Lock me up and throw away my name
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Mock my love, it don't break
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Wind and grind, it's only
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Wind and grind, it's how the days go by
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It's only wind and grind
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Mark this laugh in front the under-porch
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Slap the arm, break my fall
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I've got ice, man, I've got it
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Spread my ashes in the air when I die
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No desire forA?[?]
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Wind and grind, it's only
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Wind and grind, it's how the days go by
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It's only wind and grind
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So, so still man, oh, so still man
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No one to come, no one to come
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Nightingales
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The Walkmen |