Whichever way that the wind blows
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That's where I'll go
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I can't think bout tomorrow
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On down the road to the unknown
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I will follow
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No more time left to borrow
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the voice inside is calling me again
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It told me to rest my head
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The work is long the worries strong
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As far as I can see there is no end
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We toil through the dead of winter
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The darkness lingers
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Waiting for a tired sun to shine
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You say you can predict the weather
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it'll all get better
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soon enough it will be our turn to thrive
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Whichever way that the wind blows
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That's where I'll go
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I can't think about tomorrow
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On down the road to the unknown
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I will follow
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No more time left to borrow
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Whichever way that the wind blows
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My hands are cold a chill is in the air
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It's getting so hard to bear
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The seasons change but I can't wait
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Nobody ever said that life was fair
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Floating down a raging river
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I start to shiver
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I know I'm close to where the water falls
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My only choice is to surrender
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To a new adventure
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Leave it up to chance to make the call
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Take me
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I'm ready and I'm willing
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The Wind
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