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And they came to the river |
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And they came from the road |
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And he wanted the sun |
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Just to call his own |
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And they walked on the dirt |
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And they walked from the road |
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'Til they came to the river |
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'Til they came up close |
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Throw your pain in the river |
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Throw your pain in the river |
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Leave your pain in the river |
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To be washed away slow |
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And we walked without words |
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And we walked with our lives |
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Two silent birds circled by |
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Like a pain in the river |
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And the pain in the river |
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And the white sun scattered |
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Washed away this slow |
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And we followed the river |
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And we followed the road |
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And we walked through this land |
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And we called it a home |
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But he wanted the sun |
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And I wanted the whole |
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And the white light scatters |
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And the sun sets low |
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Like a pain in the river |
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Like a pain in the river |
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Like a white light scatters |
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To be washed away slow |
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Like a pain in the river |
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Like a pain in the river |
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Like the way life scattered |
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To be washed away slow |
