| On a pitch black highway looking for a road
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| You’re sleeping on a stormy bed honey, who will be your coat
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| You came to be my driving wheel, you came to be my man
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| Now you’re only like a baby boy in the back seat of the van
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
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| Mississippi and Missouri where the sun swims with the moon
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| Rainbows run through chapel roofs pouring honey by the spoon
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| I came to bring you watermelon, bring you wine
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| Now I’m burning up in hot breath and the river’s rollin' out of time
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
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| I listened to a sea shell out on a purple shore
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| I heard a song so wild and sweet, it moved me to the core
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| So while the road is dancing, you let your love know how
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| Moving like the ocean and the waves from here to now
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way
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| Holy waters, holy way, holy waters, sweetest way |