| Many rivers to cross
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| But I can’t seem to find my way over
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| Wandering I am lost
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| As I travel along the white cliffs of dover
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| Many rivers to cross
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| And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
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| I’ve been licked, washed up for years
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| And I merely survive because of my pride
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| And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
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| It’s such a drag to be on your own
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| My woman left me and she didn’t say why
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| Well, I guess I’ll have to cry
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| Many rivers to cross
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| But just where to begin I’m playing for time
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| There have been times I find myself
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| Thinking of committing some dreadful crime
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| Yes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
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| But I can’t seem to find my way over
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| Wandering, I am lost
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| As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
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| Yes, I’ve got many rivers to cross
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| And I merely survive because of my will |