| What’s the matter with me
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| I don’t have much to say
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| Daylight sneakin' through the window
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| And I’m still in this all-night cafe
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| Walkin' to and fro beneath the moon
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| Out to where the trucks are rollin' slow
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| To sit down on this bank of sand
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| And watch the river flow
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| Wish I was back in the city
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| Instead of this old bank of sand
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| With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
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| And the one I love so close at hand
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| If I had wings and I could fly
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| I know where I would go
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| But right now I’ll just sit here so contentedly
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| And watch the river flow
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| People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah
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| Makes you stop and all wonder why
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| Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
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| Who just couldn’t help but cry
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| Oh, this ol' river keeps on rollin', though
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| No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
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| And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
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| And watch the river flow
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| People disagreeing everywhere you look
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| Makes you wanna stop and read a book
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| Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
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| That was really shook
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| But this ol' river keeps on rollin', though
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| No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow
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| And as long as it does I’ll just sit here
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| And watch the river flow
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| Watch the river flow
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| Watchin' the river flow
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| Watchin' the river flow
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| But I’ll sit down on this bank of sand
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| And watch the river flow |