| I missed the train
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| I was left outside for hours in the rain
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| Then I started swimming
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| But I never found home again
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| I started fresh
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| I found a clean slate, a place to lay my head
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| Then goes the rising
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| From the dead
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| People like to tell you
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| What you know, what you don’t know
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| People like to tell you
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| Who you are, who you can’t be
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| Underneath the greasy black soil runs water
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| We all need water
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| We all need water
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| People like to tell you
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| What you want, what you don’t want
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| People like to say
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| It’s not a fight when they’re up right
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| Underneath the greasy black soil runs water
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| We all need water
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| We all need water
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| You never tell
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| Such a sweet girl survived live in hell
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| I just kept on smiling
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| Til I finally felt a thrill
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| I started fresh
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| I found a safe place where I could hang my dress
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| Still goes the rising
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| There in my head
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| People like to tell you
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| What you know, what you don’t know
|
| People like to tell you
|
| Who you are, who you can’t be
|
| Underneath the greasy black soil runs water
|
| We all need water
|
| We all need water
|
| People like to tell you
|
| What you want, what you don’t want
|
| People like to say
|
| It’s not a fight when they’re up right
|
| Underneath the greasy black soil runs water
|
| We all need water
|
| We all need water
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| We all need, we all need
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| We all need water
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| (Yeah)
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| We all need, we all need
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| (The greasy black, yeah, the greasy black soil)
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| (The greasy black, yeah, the greasy black soil)
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| We all need, we all need
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| (The greasy black, yeah, the greasy black soil)
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| (Yeah)
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| People like to tell you (Yeah)
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| What you know, what you don’t know
|
| People like to tell you (Yeah)
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| Who you are, who you can’t be
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| Underneath the greasy black soil runs water (Yeah)
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| We all need water (Yeah)
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| We all need water (Yeah)
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| People like to say
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| It’s not a fight when they’re up right |