The cold wind blows
And the trees, they start to sway
The sky is getting cloudy
There is a hint of rain.
We pump up the volume
This rhythm is so divine
The center is calling
And there's no conflict in our minds.
And the trees, they start to sway
The sky is getting cloudy
There is a hint of rain.
We pump up the volume
This rhythm is so divine
The center is calling
And there's no conflict in our minds.
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