| The blind river is the path of man
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| though pride tell him that he walk the land
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| theres nothing to be done for him
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| he learned love, he learned to need love
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| he grow and seeing that its golden
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| his little heart get broken
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| He thread water for his many years
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| as he hopes hope and he fears fear
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| all the gentle, all the brutish,
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| all the wise and all the foolish
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| All that is and all that’s ever been
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| Is one to take what dont belong to him
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| and did they ever want for it
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| Strong arms and minds
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| worn under the deep blue tide
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| All the power and all the evil
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| all the mighty and all the feeble
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| Blind river is the path of man
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| though pride tell him that he walk the land
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| All kindly, all caring
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| all thoughtful, all daring
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| to know love is to need love
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| and grow seeing that its golden
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| My little heart is broken
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| to know love is to need love
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| and grow seeing that its golden
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| oh my my, oh my my
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| My little heart is broken
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| «Stay away from me nothing man, nobody wants to hear it» x 4 |