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The Wind Whistles Window Sills

After much persuasion, in the end a nope Time was running short so I got myself a rope Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train And waited for the whistle

Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me We wait just by the grave for a man by name

The world was supposed the end last century I?m still playing the waiting game Sail my ship to Africa I just want to know I can go that far Today the

Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad She could learn how to stand on the anthill But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag

I?m taking a ride down the river To forget the troubles I?ve had I come from the swamps and the sewers I?ve passed through the sweet lemon grass To

Friends, we?ve put it off, you know it?s time We?ve got a lot of work to do, much bad we must undo Now the time has come to tell the world Spread the