| Here’s to your garden here’s to your kids
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| I heard you were in the neighbourhood
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| I’ve been a long time on the skids
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| And baby I’m beside you — you run from the river
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| When it long ran over you
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| This is for you standing up to a bone-chilling wind
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| This is for the failures you collected from my sin
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| And this is for your lonesome tears I never dried
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| This is for you hanging in in the hope that it never dies
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| And baby I’m beside you — you run from the river
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| When it long ran over you
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| This is for you waiting up though the call never came
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| For the milk of human kindnesses you collected from our dream
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| And this is for your lonesome tears I never dried
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| This is for you hanging in in the hope that it never died
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| And baby I’m beside you — you run from the river
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| When it long ran over you
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| And now I’m running here beside you
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| And now I’m running here beside you
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| This is for the traveler on a blinding desert road
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| Good fortune smile upon you and may love be your only load
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| And this is for the only one who could quell my burning rage
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| To anyone whose been a broken man and anyone seen better days
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| Baby I’m beside you
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| And now I’m running here beside you
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| And now I’m running here beside you |