| Sitting by the river and I see the light,
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| There’s something cold in the air tonight,
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| The rippling reflections pass me by,
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| And my friends and my enemies I can’t define,
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| Sounds like…
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| Well, sitting down in company,
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| There’s too many grey faces facing me,
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| And I can’t think to see or think,
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| Look out my window of reality,
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| And I said maybe someday I’ll know,
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| What everyone seems to know,
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| Maybe someday I’ll know,
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| What everyone seems to know,
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| Sitting by the river and I see the light,
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| Something cold in the air tonight,
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| And the rippling reflections pass me by,
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| Friends and my enemies don’t reply,
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| Maybe someday I’ll know,
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| What everyone seems to know,
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| Maybe maybe someday I’ll know,
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| What everyone seems to know,
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| Do you remember,
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| Over and over,
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| This is how you,
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| Hide over,
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| I tried so hard to find you,
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| Tell that I loved you,
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| But baby I forgot I’d forgotten that tool,
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| Belongs to your ambitions,
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| But my own inhibitions baby,
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| Maybe someday I’ll know,
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| What everyone seems to know,
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| Maybe someday I’ll know,
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| How everyone seems to know |