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River's edge, so quiet and full of potential |
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With weeping trees and just enough nightfall |
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To cover up the strays |
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I can hear boats in the distance |
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Making saviours out of ordinary people |
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Now they sing in a symphony of keepers |
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And they hail in the harmony of saviours |
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You've got to live, live, live, and love, love, love |
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Whether you like it or not, I will love you |
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Now the wind picks up swiftly and suddenly |
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And it's breathing as if from a mouth |
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And the edges are lungs that are heaving |
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And it's breathing now without my help |
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And we turn against the darkness with intention |
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River's edge, you're all that I have |
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And a night filled with promises |
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And just enough nightfall to cover up the strays |
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Now the river's like horses unbroken |
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And it really is time for a change |
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And it moves and connects with a uniform |
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And the bodies return to their makers |
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And it's good and it's true, let it wash over you |
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Untethered and without a reason |