| On the other side of the night she cries
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| Somewhere between the sheets and the skies
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| She runs the river till the river runs dry
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| She runs the river till the day that she dies
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| The cold wind blows through her gold chains
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| Searching for something to ease the pain
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| She runs the river till the river runs dry
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| She runs the river till the day that she dies
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| Oooh…
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| Oooh…
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| Flash of rain and she is gone
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| Sleeping in the wound of the sun
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| She runs the river till the river runs dry
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| She runs the river till the day that she dies
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| Oooh…
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| Oooh… |