| I been dreaming lately 'bout this place in the country where the air is clean
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| Unplug the cords and flip off the switches, kick off my shoes and feel the
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| grass beneath my feet
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| Sooner or later everyone will face this, wanna be the first one to embrace
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| And kick a hole right through my television, sit out on my porch with a big
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| smile upon my face
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| 'Cause high above the tallest skyscrapers, deep in the cracks beneath the city
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| streets
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| The seeds of change are already growing, everywhere people oare feeling
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| incomplete
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| Unconsciously, they are awakening
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| Roll river roll, we gotta wash this whole place clean
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| And make the city like it never was, a faded memory or a dream
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| Roll river roll, we gotta wash these tears away
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| I wanna face you, don’t wanna never be afraid
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| And when, the rivers subside and the saplings rise
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| Will we make a better choice than before
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| Or are we bound to remake all the same mistakes once more
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| Four sisters floated about on a raft fashioned out of the splintered remains of
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| their home
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| They were cast out to sea by a storm wild and free and left to drift in the
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| doldrums alone
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| One had brought silver, and another had gold, and a diamond so big it took two
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| hands to hold
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| And the third had a brush and some lipstick and blush, to apply was her plan,
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| at the first sight of land
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| But the fourth sister wept, for there was nothing she had kept of the broken
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| world they left behind
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| She wept for the three, for even now they weren’t free, as she gazed upon them
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| one last time
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| And as they squabbled and fought over who had owned what, she said her goodbyes
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| silently
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| And she tiptoed away on the crest of a wave, and the rest were buried in the sea
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| They were buried in the heart of the sea
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| Roll river, black water, swallow the tears from the sky, rise higher
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| For 40 nights and for 40 days, we’re gonna have to learn to live a better way
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| Roll river roll, we gotta wash this whole place clean
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| And make the city like it never was, a faded memory or a dream
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| Roll river roll, we gotta wash these tears away
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| I wanna face you, don’t wanna never be afraid |