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Many rivers to cross |
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But I can't seem to find my way over |
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Wandering, I am lost |
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As I travel along White Cliffs of Dover |
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Many rivers to cross |
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And it's only my will that keeps me alive |
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I've been licked, washed up for years |
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And I merely survive because of my pride |
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Oh, that loneliness won't leave me alone |
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It's such a drag to be on your own |
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My woman left me and she didn't say why |
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Well, I guess, I'll have to cry |
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Many rivers to cross |
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But just where to begin, I'm playing for time |
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There have been times, I find myself |
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Thinking of committing some dreadful crime |
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Yes, I've got many rivers to cross |
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But I can't seem to find my way over |
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Wandering, I am lost |
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As I travel along White Cliffs of Dover |