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These are not words, they're only feelings |
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There are no sounds that you can hear |
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There is no form that you can touch |
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There are no colors for you to see |
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The only sound is a distant thunder |
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A tempest rages so far away from me |
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I walked for miles and I started running |
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Towards the sound and storm where you might find me |
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And I ran until I had the feeling |
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That the Tempest I had heard surrounded me |
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Here my heart still, so filled with loving |
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Cried out and told of wonders that I feel |
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Here my heart is so filled with loving |
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating |
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That your ways are bringing you to me |
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating |
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That your ways are bringing you to me |
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating |
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That your ways are bringing you to me |
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That I will find my true salvation |
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That these ways of mine are bringing you to me |
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Because here my heart so filled with loving |
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Crying out the wonders that I feel |
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Here I will find my true salvation |
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And my ways are bringing you to me |
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating |
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That your ways are bringing you to me |
