| He threw his hopes into the wind
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| To see if they would pin on her again
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| He threw his heart against the wall
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| To see if it would stick or fall
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| She put her arms around him
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| And said «You are forgiven»
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| He said «Well you’re the only thing
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| That makes life worth living
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| When you live into the wind»
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| He pushed the rock up to the top
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| Until it rolled back down the mountain
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| He did it once, now he can’t top
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| But he’ll never quit complaining
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| She tells him why he does it
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| It must be because he needs to
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| He takes his hands away
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| And the rock doesn not roll down
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| It sits firm into the wind
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| Why can’t he see
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| He creates these situations
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| It’s not to be or not to be
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| Nothing’s that easy
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| He builds a home paper on sand
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| And awaits congratulations
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| The wind blows once, the house falls down
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| And he wails amidst the ruins
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| For all the time that he spent working
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| On this worthless enterprise
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| She stands him on a rock and says
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| «A word to the wise
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| If you live into the wind…»
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| He doesn’t feel the cold today
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| He doesn’t worry about tomorrow
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| He doesn’t build a house of cards
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| Just so he can knock it down
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| He takes her in his arms
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| His overconfidence returning
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| And laughs with her when she says
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| «We have love to burn
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| If it burns into the wind.» |