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I run towards the eye of the stormI run so fast I hit the peak of my formI stand alone as a god in the makingI wear you down till you are breakingI stand firm in the climates fightingI blow the wind and create the lightningI whip the rain from the face of the seasI spin a tornado that folds the treesI have to keep sane in a world of senseless noiseI have to keep silent if I want to spare my voiceI should hide underground where the silence soundsI'll reach up and take the moon awayI'll put up a sun and make the night into dayI stand firm in the climates fightingI blow the wind and create the lightningI whip the rain from the face of the seasI spin a tornado that folds the trees From Letras Mania