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(White) |
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(White) |
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(White wind) |
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(White, white, white wind) |
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(White, white, white wind) |
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(White, white, white wind) |
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I can feel my blood |
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Brush with the tides |
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And rally the waves |
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That fashion my heart |
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Locked in a vice |
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Between the shore and sea |
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This restlessness has always been |
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The foam sleeping in the waves |
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My heart is betrayed by silence |
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Like a thief that lies in wait |
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In the air, you possess |
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The fury to bury me |
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White wind, your murmurs |
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Resound in my waves |
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(You've rattled the ghost |
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That was sleeping inside of her) |
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White wind, you shatter the scenery again |
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I can feel my blood |
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Brush with the tides |
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And rally the waves |
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That fashion my heart |
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Locked in a vice |
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Between the shore and sea |
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In the air, you possess |
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The fury to bury me |
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White wind, your murmurs |
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Resound in my waves |
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(You've rattled the ghost |
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That was sleeping inside of her) |
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White wind, you shatter the scenery again |
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This restlessness has always been |
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The foam sleeping in the waves |
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My heart is betrayed by silence |
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Like a thief that lies in wait |
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This restlessness has always been |
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The foam sleeping in the waves |
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My heart is betrayed by silence |
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Like a thief that lies in wait |
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This restlessness has always been |
