| I want a lock of your hair
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| I’m pretty sure it cures disease
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| All you gotta do is lay your hands on me
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| Until the illness leaves
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| I want us to be happy
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| Better than our families
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| All we gotta do is lay beside the creek
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| Until we grow a tree
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe
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| Swear I’ll try to believe
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| You love me just as God made me
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| A lack of faith, a man with no belief
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| Passes in his sleep
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| And I’ll be your
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| your book of dried up leaves
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| All you gotta do is promise to read me
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| The chapters may be brief
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe
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| When I wake up with a fever
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| It must have been a dream I can’t recall
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| Always feels like the rain is comin' down
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| As soon as I come up
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| When I’m freezin' through the evenin'
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| You heart is burnin' like an anthracite
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| It quickens me in spite of old December’s wrath
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| Throughout the aftermath
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe
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| When you cross the stream well you do so to find me
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| And walk along the salmon like
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| And the steps you take might break me without warning
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| And remind me of the sorrow in the song
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe
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| We’re swimmin' in the rivers and we’re drivin' on the roads
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| We’re always movin' forward like a fly upon a globe |