| With you I have no choice
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| Only dreams to vent my thoughts
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| And my arms they feel to show no shame
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| To wrap them all around your love in vain
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| With you I have no voice
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| Only eyes to speak my mind
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| But my memory astonishes
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| My memory’s sublime
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| I run into the wind
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| And I find a silent space within
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| I run into the wind to be alone
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| I run into the wind so I can see
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| What’s in my heart
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| I run into the wind to tell the truth
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| With you I have no name
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| Only verse without refrain
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| But my chorus lives inside the rain
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| That seeks to stain the roof and windowpane
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| With you I have no frame
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| Only shape that can’t be claimed
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| But my violence lives inside lightning
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| That breaks a branch in half
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| I run into the wind
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| Just to find a silent space within
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| I run into the wind to be alone
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| I run into the wind only I can see
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| What’s in my head
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| I run into the wind to tell the truth
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| With you I have no smile
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| Only habits like a child
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| And the moments I look forward to
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| Are moments I have learned to hide from view
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| With you I have no goals
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| Only days that dare unfold
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| Like a flower that keeps blossoming
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| Through no will of its own
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| I run into the wind
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| And I find a silent space within
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| I run into the wind to be alone
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| I run into the wind and i finally
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| Sing what’s in my heart
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| I run into the wind to tell the truth
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| I run into the wind to tell the truth |