...tied to the wind, she tries to whisper damage to my sense, but I resist
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I am lashed to the Earth, I hear the sounds of her footsteps going around,
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She swells and recedes
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Grasping the summer soon she thinks she's holding on when she's not
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Hear the sounds of the sun's set going down, it dies with a whisper
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And I cry into the sea but the echoes of my tears follow me, fall down in to winter
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I look for my strength on the inside, I know it's there, but to find it
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Takes it out, it knocks me down, I cry for a whisper
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I am tied to sun burns my back and the heat seeps my bones, I cry to harden
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From another stone to melt away, this one might take years (but that's alright)
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Until I turn around to hear the sound of the horses' thundering around in my head
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I'm wondering aloud...
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Think another thought while the wheels turn around over me rubbing me into the
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background...
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Form Another Stone
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| Camper Van Beethoven |
