| Oh the river, oh the river, it’s running free.
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| And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me.
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| But I know it’ll have to drown me,
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| Before I can breathe easy.
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| And I’ve seen it in the flights of birds,
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| I’ve seen it in you.
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| The entrails of the animals,
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| The blood running through.
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| But in order to get to the heart,
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| I think sometimes you’ll have to cut through.
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| But you can’t…
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| We will carry…
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| We will carry you there…
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Keep it up!
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| I know you can!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Cause I am…
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| On the sea, on the sea and land over land.
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| Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand.
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| Still I follow heartlines on your hand.
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| And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.
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| Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown.
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| Your heart is the only place that I call home,
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| I cannot be returned.
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| You can…
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| You can…
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| I know you can…
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Keep it up!
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| I know you can!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| What a thing to do…
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| Oooh
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| What a thing to choose…
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| But know, in some way I’m there with you.
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| Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon.
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Keep it up!
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| I know you can!
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| Just keep following!
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| The heartlines on your hand!
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| Cause I am. |