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Girl, we're nothing more, |
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Than life's waves cast upon life's shores, |
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Girl, we're just like seeds, |
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Tossed in the wind to nourish our needs, |
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These feelings are strong, |
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Like the wind whistling its song, |
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It's extraordinary, |
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But tell me what's normal that's still captivating? |
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So let the wind guide you like the tides of the |
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Atlantic,' |
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Cause in the end, life don't go just like we planned it, |
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I know it seems like we'll come up empty-handed, |
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But look at this harvest we've already planted, |
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Girl, I know it's strange how life's wind still blows in this rain, |
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But girl, |
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I know it's true that life's wind has casted me to you, |
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These feelings are strong, |
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Like the wind whistling its song, |
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It's extraordinary, |
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But tell me what's normal that's still captivating? |
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So let the wind guide you like the tides of the |
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Atlantic,' |
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Cause in the end, life don't go just like we planned it, |
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And I know it seems like we'll come up empty-handed, yeah, |
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But look at this harvest we've already planted, |
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We've already planted, oh, yeah, |
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We've already planted, yeah, |
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Already planted, hey. |
