| Golden, golden, golden river run
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| To the East then drop beneath the sun
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| And as the moon lies low and overhead
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| We’re lost
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| Burn slow, burning up the back wall
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| Long roads, where the city meets the sky
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| Most days, most days stay the sole same
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| Please stay, for this fear it will not die
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| If i had a boat, I would sail to you
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| Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
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| Once I had a dream, it died long before
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| Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore
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| Down low, down amongst the thorn rows
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| Weeds grow, through the lillies and the vine
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| Birds play, try to find their own way
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| Soft clay, on your feet and under mine
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| If i had a boat, I would sail to you
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| Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
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| Once I had a dream, it died long before
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| Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore
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| Splitting at the seams
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| Heaving at the brace
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| Sheets all billowing
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| The breaking of the day
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| Sea is not my friend
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| Seasons they conspire
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| Still i choose to swim
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| Slip beneath the tide
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| Once I had a dream
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| Once I had a hope
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| That was yesterday
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| Not so long ago
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| This is not the end
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| This is just the world
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| Such a foolish thing
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| Such an honest girl
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| If I had a boat, I would sail to you
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| Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true
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| Once I had a dream, it died long before
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| Now I’m pointed north, hoping for the shore |