Confliction

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If the wind blows through my hair
If the clock turns too fast to bare
Take my hand
Take my hand

Carried on wind
A storm that plays
Fingers in my ears
Don't know what to say
Favour him
Dare to say
No more wind
I don't want to play

*fill*

If the wind blows through my hair
If the clock turns too fast to bare
Take my hand
Take my hand
*guitar solo*

*fill*

Carried on wind
Small price to pay
Wipe away the tears
That fall down his face
Forget me
I must be
Bring the wind
I deserve it
Anyway

*outro*

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