| Once upon a time you’d talk to me
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| How your wild rivers were reaching out for me
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| And fed into an ocean of love, if I had read you carefully
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| You swore to lead me through my sleep
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| And even in times when I should not weep
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| You’d find a way to cleanse my soul, come to drown my restless feet
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| While all those simple things that I had not
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| Turned to old friends that I soon forgot
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| I burned all their memory solemnly, still waiting for your flood
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| Till there won’t remain that many things to ask
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| Staying on-shore had to become my greatest task
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| Got to find a way to cleanse my soul on my own and drown my restless feet
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| Oh can´t you see how I’m longing for you
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| To take me with you on a river of excess
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| Will need a rainstorm to fill up my emptiness
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| Don’t you hear how I´m calling out for you
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| Come wash me over with your current full of passion
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| Your raging streams shall make me melt in open seas of caress |