Girl, we're nothing more,
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Than life's waves cast upon life's shores,
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Girl, we're just like seeds,
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Tossed in the wind to nourish our needs,
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These feelings are strong,
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Like the wind whistling its song,
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It's extraordinary,
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But tell me what's normal that's still captivating?
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So let the wind guide you like the tides of the Atlantic,
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'Cause in the end, life don't go just like we planned it,
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I know it seems like we'll come up empty-handed,
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But look at this harvest we've already planted,
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Girl, I know it's strange how life's wind still blows in this rain,
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But girl, I know it's true that life's wind has casted me to you,
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These feelings are strong,
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Like the wind whistling its song,
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It's extraordinary,
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But tell me what's normal that's still captivating?
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So let the wind guide you like the tides of the Atlantic,
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'Cause in the end, life don't go just like we planned it,
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And I know it seems like we'll come up empty-handed, yeah,
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But look at this harvest we've already planted,
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We've already planted, oh, yeah,
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We've already planted, yeah,
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Already planted, hey.
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The Wind
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| Allen Stone |
