| I went down to the river
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| Flowing out onto the sea
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| On my way to the ocean
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| Let the spirit swallow me
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| I got low down in the water
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| I let the current guide my bones
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| I got nine kinds of trouble
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| I’m just trying to find my way home
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| Over twenty-sum'n' years of living
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| And a thousand wasted days
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| I have loved a lot of women
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| Many times I’ve gone wrong ways
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| And I came down to the water
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| For a dip to cleanse my soul
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| They keep telling me that I’m just a babe
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| But baby why do I feel so old
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| This is the verge of a breakthrough
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| It’s a fine line that cannot be bent
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| And I felt like a river run dry
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| But I don’t know where all of the rainwater went
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| And I believe we were all dead or dying
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| But I see different in the blue light
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| There is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk
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| It’s daylight until it is night
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| You gotta fight through the dimming
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| You gotta run into the west
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| You gotta rage against the dying of the light
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| Live for the moment that’s left
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| You gotta fight against the dimming
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| You gotta run into the west
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| You gotta rage against the dying of the light
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| Live for the moment that’s left
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| Cause there is no such thing as a dying man
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| We are alive till the moment we’re dead
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| And a drowning man is just a living man
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| Who hasn’t run out of his last bit of breath
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| I went down to the river
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| Flowing out onto the sea
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| On my way to the ocean
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| Let the spirit swallow me
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| I got low down in the water
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| I let the current guide my bones
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| I got nine kinds of trouble
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| I’m just trying to find my way home
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| Find my way home
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| Find my way home
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| Find my way home |