You don't blow like the breeze you were born to be
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You die down in the trees and try to hide
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Will you witness the dark
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All you need is a spark
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A cathedral of torches to light the night
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On your mark here I am
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I'm your spark
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Runaway wind
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Run run away wind
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You trade your telescope for a keyhole
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Make way for the gray that's in your brown
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As dreams make way for plans
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See ya watch life from the stands
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Come on I'll help you burn 'em to the ground
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On your mark here I am
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I'm your spark
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Runaway wind
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He sees ya like a river
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Deep and silent
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And he runs to you like
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A shallow noisy stream
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I see what you've become and try to hide it
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You need someone who sees
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What you were born to be
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Here I am
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You don't. blow like the breeze
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You were born to be
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You don't know what to do with your life
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As day returns to dark
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Flame returns to spark
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Come on I feel I'm blowing out tonight
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I'm your spark here I am
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I'm your spark here I am
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I'm your spark here I am
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On your mark run away wind
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Watch you run
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Watch you run
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Watch you run
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Runaway Wind
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Paul Westerberg |