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Windmill

I’m gonna leave to the west from the east
I’m gonna find a place that suits my needs
I’m gonna leave to the west from the east
I’m gonna find a girl if it takes me a century
I will love her and she’ll love me

The Great Salt Lake to the Snake River Plains
Do you think about me now and again?
The Great Salt Lake to the Snake River Plains
‘Cause I just can’t seem to get you off my brain
Ain’t you been taught to clean the mess you made?

I’m convinced that hell exists
I think I see a windmill garden ahead
I’m convinced that hell exists
I found it in these northern Oregon winds
And in your smile, but that’s irrelevant

All the best, all the best
Even though what you did never made no sense
All the best, all the best
Even though I know you don’t need it yet
But while you’re out on an island fit for a princess
Just know that you’ve got someone thinking about you in the west