Any Old Wind That Blows

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[Verse 1]
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Lord she's restless, like cotton 
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candy clouds that sail the day, 
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slow and free
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And she possesses a mind that 
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can't resign itself to stay, for 
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long with me
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Though I've tried and tried to keep
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 her tied and satisfied until she 
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really needs me, yes I do
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But when that certain look comes 
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on her face I can't replace it and 
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she leaves me

[Chorus 1]
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She's a butterfly in mid July who 
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just can't wait to try her brand 
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new wings, on brand new things
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And she needs no rhyme or reason 
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when she goes
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Her mind is on what lies beyond 
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that wall of blue horizon I 
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suppose and heaven knows
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She'll go sailin' off on any old 
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wind that blows
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Yes she will, yes she will
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She'll go sailin' off on any old 
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wind that blows

[Verse 2]
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I know she needs me, about as much
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 as I need someone else, which I 
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don't
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And if need be, I swear someday 
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I'll up and leave myself, which I 
won't
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Even if she loved another man I'd 
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understand it more than I do, Mmmm 
Mmmmm Mmmm
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But I know the only reason that 
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she ever has for leavin' is she 
wants to

[Chorus 2]
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She's a butterfly in mid July who 
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just can't wait to try her brand 
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new wings, on brand new things
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And she needs no rhyme or reason 
           A
when she goes
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Her mind is on what lies beyond 
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that wall of blue horizon I 
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suppose, and heaven knows
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She'll go sailin' off on any old 
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wind that blows

[Otro]
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Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, 
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Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, 
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Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm