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The Santa Ana winds are coming round again
And I can hardly get home fast enough
The shape that I am in, I surely need a friend
And you're the only one I'm thinking of

Strange it begins a tickle on the skin
Before it drives a desert raving mad
Baricade the thought, mercy from within,
Don't let it be the only one you have

Oh these fires are burning
Like old San Gabriel's hills
These flames they're not discerning
They'll take the innocent

Breathe in breathe out the yellow in the air
Before the experts even call it's name
Powerless we wait, a wooden garden gate
Stands no change against the hurricane

Some they even claim it's all a source for good
A purifying quench of thrilling thirst
So maybe you could say once havoc had it's way
To know the cleanse, you had to know the ills first

And oh these fires are burning
Like old San Gabriel's hills
These flames they're not discerning
They'll take the innocent

But you and I
We dive in to the ocean
Polish our sins
You tell me I'm wild like those Devil Winds

The Santa Ana winds are coming round again
And I can hardly get home fast enough
The shape that I am in I surely need a friend
And you're the only one I'm thinking of
And you're the only one I'm thinking of

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