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I was born out in Uchaly, where the winter winds blow, Where the mountains are hard and the rivers run slow. I traveled the world, tried to find who I’d be, Left a trail of my footprints from sea to sea. Then December of twenty-one, I stepped off the train, Down in Simferopol, out in the rain. Thought I was just passing through, just a man on the run, But I met you, my darling, and my searching was done. (Chorus) And I came up for air, no more smoke in my eyes, No more fog in my head, no more whiskey and lies. My hands are all calloused, my knuckles are scarred, But a clear-headed man ain't afraid of the hard. While the rest of the world is just chasing the wind, I found my own heaven, and it’s you and my friend. (Verse 2) I’ll take any job, yeah, I’m not one to complain, From hauling the timber to washing the rain. I learned how to weld, how to mix and to spread, I look at these walls and I see what I’ve made. The man with the resume, twenty years in his prime, They sent him right home, 'cause my work was just fine. I’m doing a mansion for the Minister's crew, Four thousand a day, and my word is true. (Chorus) And I came up for air, no more smoke in my eyes, No more fog in my head, no more whiskey and lies. My hands are all calloused, my knuckles are scarred, But a clear-headed man ain't afraid of the hard. While the rest of the world is just chasing the wind, I found my own heaven, and it’s you and my friend. (Bridge — quiet, almost whispered) You’re sleeping in late, it’s a quarter to nine, The ginger cat’s purring, he’s doing just fine. He sleeps on my shoulder, the left one, you know, He’s my little angel, wherever I go. Six weeks without drinking, and I’m standing tall, I hit the cold water, and I’m not gonna fall. They say a good man is gifted in all that he does, My daddy told me that, and I’m keeping the buzz. (Guitar Solo) (Verse 3) A thousand square meters, a thousand more miles, I’ll lay down the plaster and I’ll earn my smiles. The masters with egos can pack up and leave, I’ve got my own rhythm, and I’ve got my own sleeve. I’m building a life, not just building a wall, And I’m not gonna let it all crumble and fall. I’m trading the shadows for sunlight and grace, And I’m finally finding my own little place. (Final Chorus — powerful) I came up for air, no more smoke in my eyes! No more fog in my head, no more whiskey and lies! My hands are all calloused, my soul’s been through hell, But I’m standing up straight and I’m doing it well. While the rest of the world is just chasing the wind, I found my own heaven, and it’s you and my friend. (Outro — fading out) Yeah, happiness is waiting out the rain with your girl... Don’t let me go, and I won’t let you go. Quiet morning, eight thirty. I came up for air. And I’m breathing again.

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