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I hate wasting words, get what I deserve
if I run as far away as I can
And I suspect anybody's influence in this
Except mine, and someone else's, oh

This weather seems to me
With move I make

The I find is undeserving eyes
Seeing things never should have seen
So draw a line for me to stand behind
And show you just how much this to me

This weather to follow me
With every move I
And with every step, the wind at my
it to me