| Sweet May morning
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| Lying in bed with nothing to say
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| We’ll pretend all we wanna
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| Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be on my way
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| Sing me a river
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| Go easy on me, I’m not doing too well
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| Do you hate me, honey
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| As much as I hate myself?
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| Heart like a levee
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| I swing for the mountains in double-time
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| Is it too heavy, honey?
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| Did I carry my piece of the fire?
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| Standing in the wake with the sky still changing
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| What’s it going to take to keep you missing the rambling rake with a heart of
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| obsidian?
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| Standing in the wake with the sky still changing
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| Sing me a river
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| I’m a peach tree jumper with rain in my shoes
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| If you let me, honey
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| I’ll set the world on fire for you
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| Sing me a summer
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| Oh, that Cincinnati moon — like a wheel in the sky — shows two roads, honey
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| Tell me which one leads to mine?
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| Sing, little sister
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| Be patient with me when I don’t have a rhyme
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| Will you grieve me, honey?
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| Did I give you a reason to try?
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| Standing in the wake with the sky still changing
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| What’s it going to take to keep you from taking this so serious?
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| I know the dead are raging
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| Standing in the wake — yes I’ve seen the changes
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| Heart like a levee
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| I swing for the mountains in double-time
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| Do you hear me running?
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| Did I carry my piece of the fire? |