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This sudden airport in Portland
Main lies the body of my grandfather
In his grave
I've only been there once before
What will take me back there again?
I don't know
The same winds that blow on the street
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That caressed that lonesome place
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Tumbleweeds and plastic bags
Roll across the city's highways
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It wasn't safe to drive so fast
But it felt so good
How long can those feelings last?
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The same winds that blow on the street
Are the ones that caressed that lonesome place
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The same winds that blow on the street
Are the ones that allow me to remain
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The same
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On the breeze
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My soul to keep
On the brink
My soul to keep
On the brink
My soul to keep
It's a heavy feeling
A heavy feeling
It's a heavy feeling
It's a heavy feeling