| I remember when you were a mere question
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| A question I had said without a fathom of answer
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| And then the seed was spread and suddenly there were answers
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| We’re here and multiply for somewhat silly reasons
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| We share what’s on our mind and work our way through seasons
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| We hold on fast to the past as we may somehow need it
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| A scatter of life, a handful
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| Of kernels that grow where they’re thrown
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| A scatter of life, a handful
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| Of kernels that grow where they’re thrown
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| Thrown by the wind
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| I learn to improvise with your supervision
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| You supersede my mind, you are my sole intention
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| But like so many things, I can feel my grip slipping
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| Isn’t that so like the wind?
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| A scatter of life, a handful
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| Of kernels that grow where they’re thrown
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| A scatter of life, a handful
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| Of kernels that grow where they’re thrown
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| Thrown by the wind
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| So like the wind |