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My harp is tuned to the mourning wind |
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My flute to the voice that weeps within |
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And I taught the widows' hearts to sing |
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You're such a nasty little girl |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta drown, drown, drown |
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Turned back, had a fall from grace |
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Now we find each other face to face |
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The wells you drank from all ran dry |
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Now you are standing all alone |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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I hope this letter finds you well |
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You're such a nasty little girl |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta drown, drown, drown |
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My harp is tuned to the mourning wind |
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My flute to the voice that weeps within |
|
If you wanna taste the water |
|
Gotta come to the river |
|
If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta come to the river |
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If you wanna taste the water |
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Gotta drown, drown, drown |
