| I lay down by the river
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| The shadows moved across me, inch by inch
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| And all that I heard
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| Was the war between the water and the bridge
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| Turn to me, turn to me, turn to me Turn and drink of me Or look away, look away, look away
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| And never more think of me Carry me Carry me I heard the many voices
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| Speaking to me from the depths below
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| This ancient wound
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| This catacomb
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| Beneath the whited snow
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| Come to me, come to me, come to me Come and drink of me Or turn away, turn away, turn away
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| And never more think of me Carry me Carry me away
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| Who will lay down their hammer?
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| Who will put up their sword?
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| And pause to see
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| The mystery
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| Of the Word
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| Carry me Carry me Carry me Carry me away
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| Carry me Carry me Carry me Carry me away |