| We’re finally learning to fight
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| We take to it well
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| 'Til we are pure potential
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| Imaginal cells
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| You always were a wild one
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| You like to bend the rules
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| But baby when the time comes
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| I might surprise you too
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| You laugh like nothing can touch you
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| The skies might open above you
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| And when the rain pours down and the wind whips high
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| This love is a hurricane
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| You are the eye
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| You are the eye
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| I can’t make a connection
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| You don’t trust it to hold
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| So we cling to each other
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| Through the battering storm
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| Pain passes but slowly
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| And pleasure gone too soon
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| A copper manzanita
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| We have to burn to bloom
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| You laugh like nothing can touch you
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| The skies might open above you
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| And when the rain pours down and the wind whips high
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| This love is a hurricane
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| You are the eye
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| I’ll stop telling you what you want to hear
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| Stop waiting for me to arrive
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| We keep ripping apart the atmosphere
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| But the change is what keeps us alive
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| You laugh like nothing can touch you
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| The skies might open above you
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| And when the rain pours down and the wind whips high
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| This Love is a hurricane
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| You are the eye |