Well the tree lie down beneath you
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The grasses bow & sway
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The sands rise to meet you
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The ocean it makes way
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And you move through your directions
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And i turn my face away
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The grasses rise to meet you
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The ocean it makes way
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Well i too can more the prairies
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I too can move the sea
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I¡¯m gonna take that motion
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Take it right inside me
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I¡¯m gonna rattle at your windows
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Rattle at your doors
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Rattle at your shutters
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Show you what they¡¯re for
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No more weathervane, i¡¯m gonna be the wind.
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No more spin around, spin around, spin around but always face away
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No more weathervane.
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I¡¯m gonna be the wind.
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Weathervane
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| Kris Delmhorst |
