| The rains have come early, they say
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| We’re all gonna wash away
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| Well, that’s all right with me
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| If heaven’s torrent can wash clean
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| The arrogance that lies unseen
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| In the damage done since we have gone
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| Where we ought not to be
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| So long
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| Lakes and levees, dams and locks
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| They put that river in a box
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| It was running wild
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| And men must have control
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| We live our lives in starts and fits
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| We lose our wonder bit by bit
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| We condescend and in the end
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| We lose our very souls
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| So long
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| The dirty water washes down
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| Poisoning the common ground
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| Taking sins of farm and town
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| And bearing them away
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| The captains of industry
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| And their tools on the hill
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| They’re killing everything divine
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| What will I tell this child of mine
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| I make a church out of words
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| As the years dull my senses
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| And I try to hold on to the world that I knew
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| I struggle to cross generational fences
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| And the beauty that still remains—
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| I can touch it through you
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| So long
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| So long
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| So long
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Goodbye to a river
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| Roll on |