| On a houseboat and your parents are for a swim
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| They’re back at sunset if the river don’t take them.
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| The day is slipping by, we got to go
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| Time will teach us, what we need to know.
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| We’re at the front door and we’re waving goodbye.
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| From the corner of my window
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| Over the brooklyn skyline
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| A could with a name will bring us closer.
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| But no i’m not flying with you
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| I got too much of my own to do.
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| I’ll se you on the other side of hope.
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| From your apartment you handed me riches
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| I know i took a few.
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| Ran home sick as hell and slept year-through.
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| Over river there’s darkness coming
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| But that river keeps running and running.
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| Over land there’s blood flowing
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| A land i was born not knowing
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| I can’t play the part you want me to be
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| I’m through the forest and all i can see
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| Is a palace in yonder hill
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| If you stop you may get your fill
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| But you’re walked the land your own way
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| There’s isn’t anything else to say
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| I hope we meet on the old hill some day |