Wish me well, say goodbye - I'll never tell I saw you cry: understand you are not to blame; it's just that the wind, the wind knows my name. And it's calling me, calling me, calling me again. I think that you knew right from the start there was this restlessness in my heart; it's a feeling that I have tried to tame, but it's hard when the wind, when the wind knows your name. And it's calling me, calling me, calling me again. It's a cruel wind that tears us apart, but a worse thing is a tired and bitter heart - so dry your eyes, no more tears, hold me once and I'll walk out of here. Who knows? One day, we'll meet again, but don't wait for me, 'cause the wind knows my name. And it's calling me, calling me, calling me again.
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Yes, it's calling me, calling me, calling me again. . .

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FAIRGROUND ATTRACTION