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Paul Weller

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve now

Climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Now there's no justice
Only yourself that you can trust in
And I said high tide, mid afternoon
People fly by, in the traffics boom

Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel all the dreams that say

Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things you deserve now
And I say, climbing, forever trying
Find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Said you're gonna find your way out of the wild, wild wood
Wild wild wood

Written by WELLER, PAUL JOHN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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