| going down to the river again
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| in the darkness I found a friend
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| I never knew I had/the water felt cold and stale
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| reminiscent of a long gone tale
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| I forgot who I was
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| right now it is so hard to let go
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| blinding lights won’t show the way out of here
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| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the shadows
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| finding a rescue so brief
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| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the darkness
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| fearing the light like a thief
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| late night I hear the wind blows
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| calling out about the life I chose
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| waiting for a relief
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| still looking for that special place
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| where I could ease the pain with grace and recall who I was
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| I fear I will never let go
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| the blinding lights won’t show the way out here
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| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the shadows
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| finding a rescue so brief
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| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the darkness
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| fearing the light like a thief
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| I know I’ll always hear the wind blow
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| maybe one day it will show the way out of here
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| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the shadows
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| finding a rescue so brief
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| I hide underneath bridges
|
| hide in the darkness
|
| fearing the light like a thief
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| I hide underneath bridges
|
| hide in the shadows
|
| finding a rescue so brief
|
| I hide underneath bridges
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| hide in the darkness
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| fearing the light like a thief |