| There’s a river between us now
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| Some state line borders, some broken towns
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| Some singing sailors doing what they please
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| Now I’m down to saying prayers on my knees
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| I’ve loved your eyes, your innocence
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| In the face of bad times and where it wents
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| There’s no wind on this bitter earth
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| Time and distance claim my blues for what they’re worth
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| I’d call your name when I grew scared
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| I’d write your home if you were there
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| I am so broken by losing you
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| Only life can heal and see me through
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| When it «rains» I’m all alone
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| Confused by lonely, headed for home
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| Some singing sailors doing what they please
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| Now I’m down to saying prayers on my knees
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| There’s a river between us now
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| Some state line borders, some broken town
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| Some singing sailors doing what they please
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| Now I’m down to saying prayers on my knees
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| Now I’m down to saying prayers on my knees |