| Come along to the riverside, sit down now
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| I just want to hear somebody else whine
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| If you’ve got tomorrow, I’ve got a blade
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| We can dig a hole into an old book
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| Then keep our secrets there
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| I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine
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| I can cut them back and help you down
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| There I’ll listen to every song you know
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| I will clap when you are through
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| The maybe then I will kiss you
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| Oh and maybe then I will kiss you
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| I’ve been waiting for a long time to get these stories out
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| Tell me yours and I will tell you mine
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| Spin them sideways, over ground
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| Tie a rope around my shoulder
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| Tend to aching in the morning
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| And tend to aching in the morning
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| Come along to the riverside, lay down now
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| We can hold or not say all at all
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| We’ll jump out the crow’s nest, heave ashore
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| Wave the mighty skull and crossbones
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| Up that hill and back down
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| Up that hill and back down
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| And then up that hill and back down
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| So come along to the riverside… |