| Hear the trees play with the wind 'cause
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| No one will come around
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| Settle down at your own pace and feel
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| How it all starts to build
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| Air in my lungs ready to sing with the breeze
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| Ending a cycle, long to be released
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| My eyes are wide open
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| A heart that’s ready to absorb
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| We’ll know when it’s coming
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| But I’m prepared to roll, roll the dice
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| How can I forget the times you
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| Were around filling my gas
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| Then a drought became a cloudy rock
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| That fell and shook my ground
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| Air in my lungs ready to sing with the breeze
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| Ending a cycle, long to be released
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| My eyes are wide open
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| A heart that’s ready to absorb
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| We’ll know when it’s coming
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| But I’m prepared to roll, roll the dice
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| If I don’t lose track of what’s within
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| And play my cards right
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| Another tree will grow
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| If I keep moving, even in the dark nights
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| Maybe around the corner another wind will blow
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| Bringing the sound of your voice
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| Singing my song
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| Air in my lungs ready to sing with the breeze
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| Ending a cycle, long to be released
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| My eyes are wide open
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| A heart that’s ready to absorb
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| We’ll know when it’s coming
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| But I’m prepared to roll, roll the dice
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| Hear the trees play with the wind 'cause
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| No one will come around |