| We set out to find something to hold
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| When seeking truth the answer is the road
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| When seeking wisdom the journey is your home
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| Fight through the wind, fight through the rain
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| Fight through the cold
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| We left ourselves behind on dancing wire
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| The loved ones we left back home will be our choir
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| Let the doubters be
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| The stick, the thorn, the briar
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| Fight through the wind, fight through the rain
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| Dance in the fire
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| Don't bless me
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| No, don't bless me
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| We don't want your blessings
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| Don't bless me
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| We don't want your blessings
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| Give me the pen
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| Give me the sword
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| Let me cut away the darkness, and pin it to the wall
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| Let us sing a song of beauty as before
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| Give us the wind, give us the wind
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| Give us the storm
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| Give me the pen
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| Give me the sword
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| Let me cut away the darkness, and pin it to the wall
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| Let us sing a song of beauty as before
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| Give us the wind, give us the wind
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| Give us the storm
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| Pushing back the lake
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| We found something more
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| Like a song
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| In a word
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| Like the heartbreak of birds
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| And there, beneath the sand
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| Looking like the rain
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| We found some god
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| And the will to change
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| We set out to find something to hold
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| When seeking truth the answer is the road
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| When seeking wisdom the journey is your home
|
| Fight through the wind, fight through the rain
|
| Fight through the cold
|
| Don't bless me
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| No, don't bless me
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| Don't bless me
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| No, we don't want your blessings
|
| Don't bless me
|
| No, don't bless me
|
| Don't bless me
|
| We don't want your blessings
|
| We don't want your blessings
|
| Give me the pen
|
| Give me the sword
|
| Let me cut away the darkness, and pin it to the wall
|
| Let us sing a song of beauty as before
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| Give us the wind, give us the wind
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| Give us the storm |