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(one two three four one two)There's a mean streak in the skyOn the morning when you come byAnd you ask me would IAnd I say I wouldAnd it's an ill-wind that does nobody goodand I should've known you'd come my wayBy the dogs sprawled and sleeping on the drivewayWindows open audibly around the neighborhoodIt's an ill-wind that does nobody goodAnd you touch my handAnd the sun bleeds downIneffective warnings all over the groundAnd I'm standing in the same spot where your husband stoodIt's an ill-wind that does nobody good Aus Songtexte Mania