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What's the matter with me |
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I don't have much to say |
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Daylight sneakin' through the window |
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And I'm still in this all night cafe |
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Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon |
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Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow |
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Sit down on this bank of sand |
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And watch the river flow |
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Wish I was back in the city |
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Instead of this old bank of sand |
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With the sun beating down over the chimney tops |
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And the one I love so close at hand |
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If I had wings and I could fly |
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I know where I would go |
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But right now I'll just sit here so contentedly |
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And watch the river flow |
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People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah |
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Makes you stop and lo wonder why |
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Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street |
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Who just couldn't help but cry |
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Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though |
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No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow |
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And as long as it does I'll just sit here |
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And watch the river flow |
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People disagreeing everywhere you look |
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Makes you wanna stop and read a book |
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Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street |
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That was really shook |
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Well, but this ol' river keeps on rollin', though |
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No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow |
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And as long as it does I'll just sit here |
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And watch the river flow |
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Watch the river flow, watchin' the river flow |
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Watchin' the river flow |
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But I'll just sit down on this bank of sand |
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And watch the river flow |
