| You’re a lonely hunter finding something I don’t see
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| Operating on sense and ability
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| You never feel alone you alway stay strong
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| I often think what you might do, and I haven’t have a clue
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| Oh, Margo
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| There’s still so many things that you don’t know
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| Oh, Margo
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| It’s such a luxury for you to hold
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| Your daddy brought you to the ways of the wild
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| Your mother she left when you reached a certain height
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| Your home is on the water
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| You are the river’s daughter
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| Now that you’ve learned how to kill
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| Can you ever be still?
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| Oh, Margo
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| There’s still so many things that you don’t know
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| Oh, Margo
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| It seems a luxury for you to hold
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| When the roam the streets at night
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| You long to shut your eyes
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| This is not a world for you
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| While you seek out the truth
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| Your home is on the water
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| Yeah, you are the river’s daughter
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| And now that you’ve learned how to kill
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| Will you ever be still?
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| Oh, Margo
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| There’s still so many things that you don’t know
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| Oh, Margo
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| It’s such a luxury for you to hold |