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When i was quite young |
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I had learned to fear |
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I was taought to listen |
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But not to hear |
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From my mother's arms |
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I was cruelly torn |
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And they whipped my ass |
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On the day i was born |
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Little brother died |
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At the age of five |
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They said, "he lost his soul, he was not |
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Baptized" |
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But the river flows |
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And the heavens cry |
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And we'll all be drowned |
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In the river, in the river |
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In the river, in the river |
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I remember my sister |
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On her saddest day |
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When the boy she loved |
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Had been called away |
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Seems he gave his life |
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In a foreign land |
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Still my sister cries |
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She never understands |
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Now the world is hard |
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And the cowards lie |
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And the fool loves war |
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And the gentle die |
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But the river flows |
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And the heavens cry |
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And we'll all be drowned |
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In the river, in the river |
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In the river, in the river |
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Well, we built a dam |
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When the first rains fell |
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We built it high |
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And we built it well |
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But the waters rose |
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Like a beast from hell |
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Now my house is gone |
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And the town as well |
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So we gather here |
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For a silent prayer |
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For the lives we lost |
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And the love we shared |
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Still the river flows |
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And the heavens cry |
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And we'll all be found |
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In the river, in the river |
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In the river, in the river |
