| I will wait for you, by the riverside
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| By the river
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| It’s quiet down there at night
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| By the riverside
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| Let’s fish for gold and throw off our rags
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| Paint a new scene where the shopping trolley snags, and we’re in
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| Into the river
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| I will watch you sink, to the river bed
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| Ripped then washed then laid
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| On the river bed
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| I do believe that I had no choice
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| You have another now you’re paying the price, for the high-life
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| Into the river
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| I turn back round to head for land, and saw the oyster in my hand
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| Spit the pearl into the sea
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| I paddled franticly back down, to where I left there on the ground
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| Where I put her jelly off to sleep
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| I will wait for you, to come up for air
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| Say my sorry’s, praise the lord
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| It will be good to have you here
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| Things ebb before they flow
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| Just like the summer, needs to have snow
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| We need light, we need dark
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| Before you take off, you must come down
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| Come down, come down, come down, come down, come down, come down
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| Down, down, down, down, down by the river
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| There is life and then there is none
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| We need moisture, combined with the sun
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| So we can tap-dance
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| Create lights
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| Into the river we climb in at night |