Patrick ,

He's like the wind through my tree
he rides the night next to me
he leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
he's taken my heart
But he doesn't know what he's done

Feel his breath on my face
His body close to me
Can't look in his eyes
he's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything he needs
he's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old woman with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That he'll stop the pain
Living without him
I'd go insane

Feel his breath on my face
His body close to me
Can't look in his eyes
he's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything he needs
He's like the wind

Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can't look in your eyes
You're out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
He's like the wind


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