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There's a mean streak in the sky
On the morning when you come by
And you ask me would I
And I say I would
And it's an ill-wind that does nobody good
and I should've known you'd come my way
By the dogs sprawled and sleeping on the driveway
Windows open audibly around the neighborhood
It's an ill-wind that does nobody good
And you touch my hand
And the sun bleeds down
Ineffective warnings all over the ground
And I'm standing in the same spot where your husband stood
It's an ill-wind that does nobody good