I am the wind inside the sail,
I am the promise of good fortune
you'll see all that lurks below
From the west to the east,
in the belly of the beast
It's nothing more than your shadow
Get it out of your system
before you grow cold and numb
Left, right, march to the beat
of the monotonous humdrum
Get it out of your system
I trace the constellations of freckles
you'll see it unfold again
In the wind, in the hail,
in the belly of the whale
Everybody needs a little reaction
Get it out of your system
before you grow cold and numb
Left, right, march to the beat
of the monotonous humdrum
Get it out of your system
I've been calling your name
The season is born, the season is gone
Still we are all fair game
Get it out of your system
before you grow cold and numb
Left, right, march to the beat
of the monotonous humdrum
Get it out of your system
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