| For all my burning and desire
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| I can’t find You in the flame
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| For all the shaking up I’ve tried
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| I can’t find You in the quake
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| Oh for all my running in circles
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| What have I become but a little tired?
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| Hush, I’ll wait for
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| You—be with me through it all
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| You—Spirit speak, still and small
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| For all the hot air that I blow
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| I can’t find You in the wind
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| For all the things I think I know
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| I know less than when I began
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| and oh for all my running in circles
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| What have I become but a little tired?
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| Hush, I’ll wait for
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| You—be with me through it all
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| You—Spirit speak, still and small
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| Oh for all my running in circles
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| What have I become but a little tired?
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| On and on and on and on
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| and Oh for all my running in circles
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| What have I become but a little tired?
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| Hush now wait
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| For a moment, still and small
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| and I hear You say, «Hush, now, wait» |