| Take me to a rivertown where you can’t tell night from day
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| Everythings forgiven that did not wash away
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| Where dreaming comes too easy, livings twice as hard
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| And everything is burried, beneath the water and the stars
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| Yeah I am from Corsican', wayward on the storm
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| I’ve been rolling empty sevens since the day that I was born
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| I’ve got no rings upon my fingers, no ink beneath my skin
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| I’ll be as clean going out as I was coming in
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| I’m gonna wash my sins in the Angilina river
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| When all that she can take from me, is all that I can give her
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| And time will bring you down, and time will make you cold
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| I’ve turned my back some time ago, and now I’m going home
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| Well I wondered through the pine trees like an outlaw in the rain
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| I rambled through big thicket with a pistol and my name
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| Run away restless angels, don’t waste your love on me
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| Just lay me down in a river town, and home is where I’ll be
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| Well take me to the rivertown where you can’t tell night from day
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| Everythings forgiven that did not wash away |