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Suzanne takes you down |
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To a place by the river |
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You can hear the boats go by |
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You can spend the night forever |
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And you know that she's half crazy |
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And that's why you want to be there |
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And she feeds you tea and oranges |
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That come all the way from China |
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And just when you want to tell her |
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That you have no love to give her |
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She gets you on her wavelength |
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And let's the river answer that you've always been her lover |
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And you want to travel with her |
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And you want to travel blind |
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And you think you'll maybe trust her |
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For she's touched your perfect body with her mind |
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And Jesus was a sailor |
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When He walked upon the water |
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And He spent a long time watching |
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From a lonely wooden tower |
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And when He knew for certain |
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Only drowning men could see Him |
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He said, "All men shall be sailors then |
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Until the sea shall free them" |
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But He himself was broken |
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Long before the sky would open |
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Forsaken, almost human |
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He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone |
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And you want to travel with Him |
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And you want to travel blind |
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And you think you'll maybe trust Hm |
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For He's touched your perfect body with His mind |
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Suzanne takes you down |
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To a place by the river |
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You can hear the boats go by |
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You can spend the night forever |
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And the sun pours down like honey |
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On our lady of the harbour |
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And she shows you where to look |
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Amid the garbage and the flowers |
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There are heroes in the seaweed |
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There are children in the morning |
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They are leaning out for love |
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And they will lean that way forever while Suzanne holds the mirror |
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And you want to travel with her |
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And you want to travel blind |
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And you think maybe you'll trust her |
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For you've touched her perfect body with your mind |