| After 47 days they left well enough alone
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| The cops and the reporters have all gone home
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| All that’s left is legend and stories to be told
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| Tired of all the questions, tired of all the calls
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| Tired of explaining myself against the wall
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| Funny how tragedy brings out the best in everyone
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| Standing on the shoreline, burning candles in the rain
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| I don’t want to hear that garbage anymore
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| Watching all the flowers as they’re rolling down the james
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| The dead can rest forever more if the creek don’t rise again
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| Love burns brightest all dressed up in black
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| With summertime just around the bend
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| You handle your grief and i’ll deal with mine
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| We’ll all get along just fine (ch)
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| After 47 days they left well enough alone
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| The cops and the reporters have all gone home
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| All that’s left is legend and stories to be told
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| And i know that they’re out there, i know they’re watching me
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| And they wait for me to give myself away
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| But there’s just a few secrets between the river and me (ch) |