| Hush the wind is asking you to listen
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| And still you go on in your way
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| When you think that time has chosen you
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| As one of the precious few
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| Who rule the sun more than the day
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| Then there’s nothing left to say
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| Hush the wind is asking you to listen
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| As she brushes the hair from your eyes
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| And you listen to her silent song
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| See through the right and wrong
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| The truth between the lies
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| And it’s really no surprise
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| The wind is calling, rising, falling
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| Reminding you, of how it used to be
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| The wind is calling, rising, falling
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| And trying to, trying to set you free
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| But time makes us change
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| And we all become estranged
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| From the ones that we used to be before
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| And we all learn to hate
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| But we just can’t walk away
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| From the hopes that a friendly face
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| Is locked behind that door
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| And while the wind is begging you please listen
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| To the memories from the past
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| And you wonder if as time goes on
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| Those who have come and gone
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| Will ever really last
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| Oh, 'cause time goes by way too fast
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| As the moments quickly pass
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| Fading in to shadows cast
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| Trying to set you free
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| Trying to set you free
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| Trying to set you free |