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I remember being richer than a king |
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The minutes of the day were golden |
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I recall that when the joint passed 'round |
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My body felt a little colder |
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But now I'm like a sewer channel, running lime and scag |
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Let me get at the master panel, let me at my stack |
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The sea refuses no river |
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And right now, this river's banks are blown |
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The sea refuses no river |
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Whether stinking and rank |
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Or red from the tank |
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Whether pure as a spring |
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There's no damned thing stops this poem |
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The sea refuses no river |
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And this river is homeward flowing |
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I have seen a trace of strain |
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In other's eyes not spoken |
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I must admit that I enjoyed their pain |
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But this time, it's me that's broken |
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I demand for you and His |
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This must be the time |
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When we decide what freedom is |
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Turn water into wine |
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For the sea refuses no river |
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We're polluted now but in our hearts still clean |
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The sea refuses no river |
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We tried not to age |
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But time had it's rage |
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We're washed over stones |
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From babes into clones of the mean |
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The sea refuses no river |
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Won't deny this sulfurous stream |
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There was a fool in a dressing robe |
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Riding out the twilight hour |
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Lonely and cold in an empty home |
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Trying to assess his power |
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But now he's like a stream in flood |
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Swollen by the storm |
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He doesn't care if he sheds his blood |
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Let him be reborn |
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The sea refuses no river |
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Remember that when the beggar buys a round |
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The sea refuses no river |
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And rain fills the gutters |
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No time for stutters |
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This is our chance |
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To sing and to dance and to clown |
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The sea refuses no river |
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And rivers were sprung to drown |
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The sea refuses no river |
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No pecking code respected for the damned |
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The sea refuses no river |
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Whether starving or ill |
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Or strung on some pill |
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Just 'cause you own the land |
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There's no unique hand plugs the dam |
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The sea refuses no river |
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And the river is where I am |
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The river is where I am |
