| Friends I could count on, I could count on one hand
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| With a leftover finger or two
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| I took 'em for granted, let 'em all slip away
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| Now where they are I wish I knew
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| They roll by just like water
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| And I guess we never learn
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| Go through life parched and empty
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| Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
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| Sometimes I remember sweethearts I’ve known
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| Some I’ve forgotten I suppose
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| One or two still linger, oh, and I wonder now
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| Why I ever let them go?
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| They roll by just like water
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| And I guess we never learn
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| Go through life parched and empty
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| Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
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| So the sidewalk is crowded, the city goes by And I rush through another day
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| And a world full of strangers turn their eyes to me But I just look the other way
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| They roll by just like water
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| And I guess we never learn
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| Go through life parched and empty
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| Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst
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| They roll by just like water
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| And I guess we never learn
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| Go through life parched and empty
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| Standing knee deep in a river and dying of thirst |