| Well there’s a small time breeze
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| And he goes where he goes
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| Taking the wrong way down
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| To a mountain who says
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| «I see the seven seas
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| Hair and toes of the world
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| Not in a million years
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| Blow you hot, blow you cold
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| Will you get through me.»
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Blows over silver sea
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| Could be you, could be me
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| And he drinks her in
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| Till his heart is brim full
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| And it’s a graceful fall
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| That he rains over hills
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| Be it grain by grain
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| Though no two are the same
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| He will get to you
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Break down the walls
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| And shake up the shape you’re in
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| Break down the walls and float
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| Break down the walls
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| And shake up the shake in you
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| Break down the walls and float the whole new year
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| Far and tall and wide we go
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| Over, under, through
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| I give you my warning that my aim is true
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| Rain a rain of precious hope
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Down in the inner eye of every storm
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| Down in the deepest part of everyone
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| Well there’s a small time breeze
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| Could be me, could be you
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| As we move on through |