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I am caught in the company of ghosts
Lonesome souls repeating history
Don't they know it now as well as I
That old habits don't die easy
I have loved her a long long time
For many winters it's been growing
But she conductor of a shifting whining wind
Me a feather at the mercy of its blowing
But it grows tiring playing anchor
The steady rock on which you stand
A careful line to keep you tethered
When I want to be the sails
No I don't want to be your anchor
I'd much rather be the wind
Blow around across the open ocean
And never come back here again
I am caught in the company of ghosts
A lonesome soul repeating history
No one knows it now as well as I
That old habits don't die easy
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