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Whichever way that the wind blows |
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That's where |
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I'll go I can't think bout tomorrow |
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On down the road to the unknown |
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I will follow |
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No more time left to borrow the voice inside is calling me again |
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It told me to rest my head |
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The work is long the worries strong |
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As far as |
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I can see there is no end |
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We toil through the dead of winter |
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The darkness lingers |
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Waiting for a tired sun to shine |
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You say you can predict the weather it'll all get better soon enough it will be our turn to thrive |
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Whichever way that the wind blows |
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That's where |
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I'll go I can't think about tomorrow |
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On down the road to the unknown |
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I will follow |
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No more time left to borrow |
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Whichever way that the wind blows |
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My hands are cold a chill is in the air |
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It's getting so hard to bear |
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The seasons change but |
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I can't wait |
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Nobody ever said that life was fair |
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Floating down a raging river |
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I start to shiver |
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I know I'm close to where the water falls |
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My only choice is to surrender |
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To a new adventure |
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Leave it up to chance to make the call |
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Take me I'm ready and |
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I'm willing |
