| You were born in a river that was made to take you under
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| The rocks made jagged just to cut you up
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| And I can see all the blood you swallow
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| While you’re sining into bottles
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| Hoping heaven, hoping heaven will forgive him
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| If I climb into the meadow
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| And just laid among the weeds
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| Maybe I could call him over and
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| He would talk to me
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| Im exhausted
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| In my body but I’m held up
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| By the scene
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| I’m passing fields and forests
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| And the air it smells so clean
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| I know I must go far away
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| Straight through the city and then
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| 'Til it’s time to go out far
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| Into the forest again
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| If I climb into the meadow
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| And just laid among the weeds
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| Maybe I could call him over and
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| He would talk to me
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| If I climb into the meadow
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| And just laid among the weeds
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| Maybe I could call him over and
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| He would talk to me
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| If I climb into the meadow
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| And just laid among the weeds
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| Maybe I could call him over and
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| He would talk to me |