| Took off like a shot--bang!
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| Straight to the head
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| He catches his breath and pinches himself
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| To see if it’s really just all in his head
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| And he moves so fast
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| One moment last and then passed in an instant
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| The past seems so distant
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| And the mirror on the wall, man, it seems so different
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| Now! |
| Everything just changed
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| But if you look close everything’s the same
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| Still the same boy with the same old brain
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| Still the same heart with the same old pain
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| Still he walks alone
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| You can hear him humming all the same old songs
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| Movin' through the chaos keeping all his calm
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| He says «when you’re in the middle you don’t feel a storm
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| So let the wind blow
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| And let the pouring rain fall down
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| I love the sound
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| And let the thunder roll
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| And let it shake us on the ground
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| I love the sound»
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| He never looks back
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| Never even turns his head
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| He says, «I feel the wind under my skin
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| And if you listen you’ll hear just what it said»
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| But it moves so fast
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| One … will pass
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| In an instant
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| And off in the distance
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| Is a world he knows but never been in
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| Now in the pouring rain
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| Soak in the sin streaming down his face
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| Still makes way with a steady pace
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| But … so close he can almost taste
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| The … is all he knows
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| You can hear him humming on the same old song
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| Movin' through the chaos keeping his calm
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| «When you’re in the middle you can’t feel the storm
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| When you’re in the middle you don’t feel the storm
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| Let the wind blow
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| And let the pouring rain fall down
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| I love the sound
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| And let the thunder roll
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| And let it shake us on the ground
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| I love the sound» |