| There’s a river dark and deep
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| Holding visions you can’t keep
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| But the water flows too slow
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| Where it end you’ll never know
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| Like a clock that’s spinning round
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| Only ticking is the sound
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| Like an endless wheel of fortune
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| And you’re losing the ground
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| And it seems
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| There’s never an end
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| And all your dreams fade into nowhere-land
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| And you’re lost between time
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| And your life ain’t worth a dime
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| When you’re crossing the line
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| And your life-light stops to shine
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| As you walk right through the boarder
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| Between dead or alive
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| Prisoners from over yonder
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| Daring to strive
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| Like a touch without a soul
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| And an aim without a goal
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| So you try to break away
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| But they force you to stay
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| And you know
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| That chances have passed
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| Water Flows
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| But this moment won’t last
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| And you’re lost between time
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| And your live ain’t worth a dime
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| When you’re crossing the line
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| And your life-light stops to shine
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| (… time will never turn forever) |