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The wind pulls me aroundAnd everything it touches turns weakAn antique or an eyelash stuck in your cheekThe paper thin skin of a crowd chasing youDown a lost and dead-end trailWith a guilt no alibi can curtailThe world is held together by the windThat blows through Gena Rowland's hairLand ahoy I fill my weak lungs with this joyDizzy on the deck hopin' that I'd last until we landWith an envelope burning a hole in my handBearing the names of the winners who walked awayFrom the games that the slaves love to playTo replace the air and the sea, leaving you no way to fly to meThe world is held together by the windThat blows through Gena Rowland's hairSongtexteThrough the window, the warm summer air does a two-stepI wish I could think of some way I could keep itAnd clear away the mission street in my headThat keeps this watery weariness in our bed andSets up more windmills that all waste my time missingWhen it should just be your lips that I'm kissingDon't tell me that you don't wanna hearThe clock ticking on the shelf by our bed, oh it's so nearLet the light turn green and leave us just like fearThere's a light turnin' green leavin' us without a prayerThe world is held together by the windThat blows through Gena Rowland's hairThe world is held together by the windThat blows through Gena Rowland's hair
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"What Holds the World Together" as written by John Mark Eitzel
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