| I’m walking with a burning spirit
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| But I don’t know where it leads
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| If I ever I lose direction
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| I know that’s where I have to be
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| I’m sitting in the meadow asking
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| How to bend when the strong wind blows
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| I’m trying to remember
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| What my soul already knows
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| What my soul already knows
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| I am looking to find
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| No place at all
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| My wandering mind
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| Knows who to call
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| I’m walking with a burning spirit
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| But I don’t know where it leads
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| If I ever I lose direction
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| I know that’s where I have to be
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| When I get to the place I’m going
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| Surely I will disappear
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| Into forests with no shadows
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| The curiosity keeps me here
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| The curiosity keeps me here
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| I am looking to find
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| No place at all
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| My wandering mind
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| Knows who to call
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| I’m walking with a burning spirit
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| But I don’t know where it leads
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| If I ever I lose direction
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| I know that’s where I have to be
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| I know that’s where I have to be |