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Calling me, calling me |
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Back to the air that I want breathe (?) |
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Drawing me, drawing me |
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Back to the ground, that I once stood upon |
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls |
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Deep calls to deep in this place |
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All of your waves and your breakers sweep over me |
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The rain that beats down like a drum |
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls |
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Deep calls to deep in this place |
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All of your waves and your breakers sweep over me |
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The rain that beats down like a drum |
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Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls |
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Deep calls to deep in this place |
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All of your waves and your breakers sweep over me |
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The rain that beats down like a drum |
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The rain that beats down like a drum |
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Drum drum drum drum drum .... |
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These are my mountains, these are my roots |
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This is my homeland, my shelter in the woods |
