"I Want Wind to Blow" - the Microphones
My clothes off me; sweep me off my feet. Take me up - don't bring me back - oh, where I can see days pass by me. I have no head to hold in grief. But there's no hope for me. I've been set free. There's no breeze; there's no ship on my sea.
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