These are not words, they're only feelings.
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There are no sounds that you can hear.
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There is no form that you can touch.
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There are no colours for you to see.
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The only sound is a distant thunder.
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A tempest rages so far away from me.
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I walked for miles and I started running
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towards the sound and storm where you might find me.
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And I ran until I had the feeling
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that the Tempest I had heard surrounded me.
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Here my heart still so filled with loving
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cried out and told of wonders that I feel.
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Here my heart is so filled with loving.
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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that your ways are bringing you to me.
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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that your ways are bringing you to me.
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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that your ways are bringing you to me,
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that I will find my true salvation,
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that these ways of mine are bringing you to me.
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Because here my heart so filled with loving
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crying out the wonders that I feel.
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Here I will find my true salvation
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and my ways are bringing you to me
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And I tell myself, I keep repeating
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that your ways are bringing you to me.
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Tempest
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