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Girls are walking with their mothers, shopping for clothes |
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Sons are sitting with their fathers, fishing for ideas in their souls |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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It's getting cold |
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The roads are stained, it seems impossible, impossible to clean |
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The oil and the salt mix to a shiny, shiny gleam |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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But it won't stop the bastards trying |
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And it won't stop the people from dying |
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But it won't stop the bastards trying |
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And it's all because of you |
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All because of you |
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Because of you |
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Girls are walking with their mothers, shopping for clothes |
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Sons are sitting with their fathers, fishing for ideas in their souls |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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Down by the river, it's getting cold |
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But it won't stop the bastards trying |
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And it won't stop the people from dying |
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But it won't stop the bastards trying |
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And it's all because of you |
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All because of you |
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Down by the river it's getting cold |
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Down by the river it's getting cold |
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Because of you |
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Down by the river it's getting cold |
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Down by the river it's getting cold |
