| My son runs to the shore
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| To the world that lies before
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| He can’t hear my sound
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| He’s much to in tune with the ground
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| He sees only the tide
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| And the surf and the sea
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| He’s oblivious to me calling
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| In years to come
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| I will still call him son
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| But he’ll have no time to wait
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| He must see beyond his fate
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| He sees only the sun
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| And the wind make it free
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| His only defense will always be Why walk when you can run?
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind my son
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind my son
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| Through sheets of time
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| Are the wings of a bird
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| He’ll come to the edge
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| To look life in the eyes
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| Is he holding the keys
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| To the world and his dreams?
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| His strongest defense will always be Why walk when you can run?
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| Why walk when you can run?
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind my son
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| Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Don’t turn your back, no giving in Run like the wind, run like the wind
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| Run like the wind my son |