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Wind mills cut through, the voids of hiding the |
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Imagine then truth the eyes neglect to see what |
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The heart pursues then my heart finds a dream in me |
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It sees you in the untouchable |
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That's not to say that |
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I don't feel the limitations and the |
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Dropped from the expectation its not lying |
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But the heart of creation is the only |
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Thing proven true to me |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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Time passed has shown shadows of where my shoulder |
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That has goes on, movement of my desires |
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Lost like a storm, cast out and wished into |
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A well with no sound, you'll answer at the end |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
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Swing my weight around, begin the windstorm |
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When the fires burn and from sky to ground |
