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Vashti Bunyan Wayward Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing I wanted to be the one With road dust on my boots Lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing |
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Vashti Bunyan Wayward Days going by in clouds of flour and white washing I wanted to be the one With road dust on my boots Lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing |
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