| I’ve been fishing this river
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| Four days and three nights
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| No coffee with breakfast and I don’t feel alright
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| All this time on my hands and all of my arms
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| So many we’ve hurt that there’s none left to harm
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| Take me back up the river to my home
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| I’ve earned nothing here worthy to save
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| And I’m tired of pushing my hands
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| Boat bought by my father I can’t seem to earn
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| Nothing feels like it’s mine except these bridges I’ve burned
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| Here I hide all my troubles while I try to keep face
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| I’m behind my own self, I can’t keep my own pace
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| Take me back down the road to my home
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| I’ve earned nothing here worthy to save
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| And I’m tired of racing myself
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| Five days to row home, still I’ve nothing to save
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| It’s all the work that I’ve wasted
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| That makes me this way
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| I’m twisting this piece that I took on myself
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| Only hope for me left is to redefine wealth
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| Let me back in the house that’s my home
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| I’ve earned nothing here worthy to save
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| And I’m tired of making excuses |