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The racing, the chasing, your at your best when your running wild, i breth in the cold air pointing out pictures in the clouds rolling by. to run through the hills, flying kites from breezy heights and despite the winter chill we'll be warm in each others company there is no truer melody than your laughter. and running for cover the sky it blackens across the moor, then later find ourselves skimming stones down by the shore. to run through the hills, flying kites from breezy heights and despite the winter chill we'll be warm in each others company, there is no truer melody than your laughter. wind blow up and go Songtextestorm carry us home storm carry us home storm carry us home storm carry us home (Thanks to Sarah Russell for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania