| I’m going where the wind blows
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| And you won’t talk me out of it
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| You see this notion of flight as a phase
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| I’m going where the wind blows
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| Before I go insane
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| You think I’m focused in life, I think I’m focused on failure
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| If we open the door, would a rush of volatile air decide how we plan
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| 'Cause I’m resigned, your eyes said «try»
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| I’m overwhelmed, I tried to fight
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| I’ve given pause this time
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| Tonight, tonight
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| Can we open, open the door
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| I’m going where the wind blows, 'cause I’m lame, lame
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| I’m going where the wind blows, do you feel the same
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| I’m going where the wind blows, 'cause I’m lame, lame
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| I’m going where the wind blows, I am lame, lame, lame
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| Who are you, forget the notion
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| Tell me who you are, forget the notion
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| Open the door and revel in the sound of molecules tearing us down
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| Your hands asked «Is this right?»
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| I want to know, I’ve got to see, can’t we just believe
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| Tonight, tonight
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| Tonight, tonight
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| I’m going where the wind blows, 'cause I’m lame, lame
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| I’m going where the wind blows
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| I’m going where the wind blows, before I go insane
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| You think I’m focused in life, well I think I’m focused on failure
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| 'Cause I’m lame, lame
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| Going where the wind blows, 'cause I’m lame, lame
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| Going where the wind blows, 'cause I’m lame, lame
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| Going where the wind blows, I am lame, lame, lame |