| Oh the wind was picking up
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| Around the trees standing in teams
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| Huddled holding onto their unified beliefs
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| In the whirls I’d hear them calling
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| Asking me to leave
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| But I couldn’t leave
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| At the stream outside my bestfriends house
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| I had heard the stories about the people
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| Come to go away with the waters fury
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| And I thought that I could be cleaned
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| By standing at the edge
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| But I just had to get in,
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| Had to feel it on my skin
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| But I heard the current say
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| There are things that you can’t wash away
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| There are things that you can’t wash away
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| There are things that you can’t wash away
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| In the whirls I’d hear them calling
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| Asking me to leave
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| Come sway, come sway with me
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| In the whirls I’d hear them calling
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| Asking me to leave
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| Come sway, come sway with me
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| Come sway I’ll set you free
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| Come sway, come sway with me
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| Come sway I’ll set you free
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| I’ll set you free
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| But I heard the current say
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| There are things that you can’t wash away
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| There are things that you can’t wash away
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| There are things that you can’t wash away |