| Suzanne takes you down
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| To her place by the river
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| You can hear the boats go by
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| You can spend the night
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| There forever
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| And you know that she’s half crazy
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| And that’s why you want to be there
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| She feeds you tea and oranges
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| That come all the way from China
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| And when you wanna tell her
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| That you have no love to give her
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| She gets you on her wavelength
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| And she lets the river answer
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| You’ve always been her lover
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| And you wanna travel with her
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| Ah, but you wanna travel blind
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| And you think maybe you trust her
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| For you’ve touched
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| Your perfect body with her mind
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| Jesus was a sailor
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| When he walked upon the water
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| He spent a long time watching
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| From a lonely wooden tower
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| And when he knew for certain
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| That only drowning men could see him
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| He said «All men shall be brothers
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| Then, until the sea shall free them»
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| But he himself was broken
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| Long before the sky would open
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| Forsaken and almost human
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| He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
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| But you wanna travel with him
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| But you wanna travel blind
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| And you think maybe you trust him
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| For he’s touched
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| Your perfect body with his mind
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| With his mind
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| With his mind
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| With his mind
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| Yes, he did
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| With his mind
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| Ooh, ooh
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| With his mind
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| Yeah, yeah, with
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| With his mind |