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2011-08-06 | by Marc Bolan
Writer: Songwriters: Marc Bolan

I could never understand the wind at all Was like a ball of love I could never, never see the cosmic sea Was like a bumblebee
And when I'm sad, I slide
I have never, never kissed a car before It's like a door I have always, always grown my own before All schools are strange
And when I'm sad, I slide Oh slide
And when I'm sad, I slide
I have never, never nailed a nose before That's how the garden grows I could never understand the wind at all Was like a ball of love
And when I'm sad, I slide
Oh watch now I'm gonna slide