| There are no sounds that you can hear
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| There is no form that you can touch
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| There are no colors for you to see
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| The only sound is a distant thunder
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| A tempest rages so far away from me
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| I walked for miles and I started running
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| Towards the sound and storm where you might find me
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| Towards the sound and storm where you might find me
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| And I ran until I had the feeling
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| That the tempest I had heard surrounded me
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| Here my heart so filled with loving
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| Cried out and told of wonders that I feel
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| Cried out and told of wonders that I feel
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| Here my heart is so filled with loving
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| And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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| That your ways are bringing you to me
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| And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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| That your ways are bringing you to me
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| And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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| That your ways are bringing you to me
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| That I will find my true salvation
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| That these ways of mine are bringing you to me
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| That I will find my true salvation
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| That these ways of mine are bringing you to me
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| I tell myself, I keep repeating
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| That your ways are bringing you to me
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| Are bringing you to me
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| Because here my heart, so filled with loving
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| Crying out the wonders that I feel
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| Here I will find my true salvation
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| And my ways are bringing you to me
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| I tell myself, I keep repeating
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| That your ways are bringing you to me
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| Bringing you to me |