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January goes round to find me |
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Alone in this place where I've been livin' |
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My real home lives down the river |
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Where she's makin' circles with her tears |
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And February blows even colder |
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And I'll send my love downstream |
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In words and verses in plastic boxes |
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She's still unready to take them |
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And they're bobbin underneath the bridges |
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Out to the ocean back, back on the rocks |
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And the rain came down back in December |
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When you told me you were driftin' |
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The waters rose while my door swung closed |
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On the circles that you lived in |
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You got so caught up in the swirls and eddies |
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You never saw where you were headin' |
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Oh, you were bobbin' underneath the bridges |
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Out to the ocean and back, back on the rocks |
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Spring is only round the corner |
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As I'm writing you this final letter |
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I'll drop it in the cool green water |
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At the bridge where we jumped in together |
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And I hope it will be carried to you |
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And I'll sleep on the rocks beside |
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And I hope the words serve to remind you of |
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Someone you can leave behind |
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Someone you still hold inside |
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Someone who'll be waiting for you |
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To take me from this burning bridge |
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Before I end up back, back on the rocks |
