| I know when they built this house
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| Out of rocks from the river mouth
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| They thought it’d never come down
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| Not while we’re around
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| Some things are made to last
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| Other things we know must pass
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| Nothing we do
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| Stops time coming through
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| My father left me here with a map crumpled in my hand
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| I tried to follow, but there’s days when I just don’t understand
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| And when we fall down in time
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| Washed in trouble we thought we’d left behind
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| Oh, let the river carry you
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| Lift your head back up to the clearer view
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| Oh-oh
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| See the high water starting to flood
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| Bringing down all the rocks and the mud
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| And if it won’t stop
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| It’ll wash away all we’ve got
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| Down in the valley, you hear a rumble in the trees
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| It’s hard to keep your head when the ground’s moving 'neath your feet
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| And when we fall down in time
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| Washed in trouble we thought we’d left behind
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| Oh, let the storm pass on through
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| And work your way back up to the clearer view
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| Oh-oh
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| Oh-oh |