Текст песни Me and the Wind - XTC
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                are 
                                                celebrating 
                                                your 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                are 
                                                pulling 
                                                kites 
                                                and 
                                                pushing 
                                                tress
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                are 
                                                celebrating 
                                                your 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                are 
                                                feeling 
                                                freer 
                                                than 
                                                air 
                                                should 
                                                ever 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Should 
                                                ever 
                                                be 
                                                should 
                                                ever 
                                                be 
                                                should 
                                                ever
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                you 
                                                lured 
                                                me 
                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                syrup
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                could 
                                                think 
                                                of 
                                                was 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                lovely 
                                                way 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                really 
                                                realised 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                struggling 
                                                summer 
                                                flies 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                drowning 
                                                no 
                                                matter 
                                                how 
                                                sweet 
                                                or 
                                                how 
                                                slow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                been 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                been 
                                                sitting 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                stool
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                you 
                                                cracked 
                                                the 
                                                whip
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                you 
                                                cracked 
                                                the 
                                                whip
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                danced 
                                                imprisoned 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                drumbeat
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                tune 
                                                of 
                                                spring 
                                                had 
                                                me 
                                                whirling 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mad 
                                                march
 
                                    
                                
                                                Merry 
                                                hare
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                never 
                                                really 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                mind 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                strings 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                instrument 
                                                were 
                                                strangling 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                their 
                                                snare
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                been 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fool
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                been 
                                                sitting 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                stool
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                you 
                                                held 
                                                the 
                                                hoop
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                you 
                                                held 
                                                the 
                                                hoop
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                that 
                                                I′m 
                                                out 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                shouting 
                                                in 
                                                doorways
 
                                    
                                
                                                Freed 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                love 
                                                more 
                                                like 
                                                murder
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                singing 
                                                but 
                                                in 
                                                liberation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feel 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                ship 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                rudder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                are 
                                                celebrating 
                                                your 
                                                loss
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                    I 
                                                been 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fool
 
                                    
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