| Out across cities, I see buildings turn into piles
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| and watch the world in wonder as mountains turn into tiles
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| and trees loosing their leaves and their faces becoming tired
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| I wish I could discover something that doesn’t expire
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| Come stumble me
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| Take me river, carry me far
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| Lead me river, like a mother
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| Take me over to some other unknown
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| Put me in the undertow
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| Such other things that make a kingdom rumble and shatter
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| The same dynamic that another day would never matter
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| It really just depends on who’s giving and who’s receiving
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| and things that don’t make sense are always a little deceiving
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| Come and stumble me
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| Take me river, carry me far
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| Lead me river, like a mother
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| Take me over to some other unknown
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| Put me in the undertow
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| I wanna go where you’re going
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| A follower, following
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| Changing, but never changed
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| Claiming, but never claimed
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| Take me river, carry me far
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| Lead me river, like a mother
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| Take me over to some other unknown
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| Put me in the undertow
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| Take me river, carry me far
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| Lead me river, like a mother
|
| Take me over to some other unknown
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| Put me in the undertow |