| Moving down the water
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| John is drifting out of sight
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| It’s only at the turning point
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| That you find out how you fight
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| In the cold, feel the cold all around
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| And the rush of crashing water
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| Surrounds me with its sound
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| Striking out to reach you
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| I can’t get through to the other side
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| When you’re racing in the rapids
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| There’s only one way that’s to ride
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| Taken down, taken down by the undertow
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| And I’m spiraled down the river bed
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| My fire is burning low
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| Catching hold of the rock that’s firm
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| I’m waiting for John to be carried past
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| We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast
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| When the waters slow down
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| The dark and the deep
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| Have no one, no one, no one, no one
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| No one left to keep
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| Hang on John, we’re out of this at last
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| Somethings changed that’s not your face
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| It’s mine, it’s mine |