| Someone take me down to the river
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| And leave no trail for which to return.
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| Let the muddy water fill my lungs,
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| Fill my lungs.
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| And leave no trail for which to return.
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| Let the muddy water fill my lungs,
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| Fill my lungs,
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| Fill my lungs,
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| Fill my lungs.
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| The invincibility of our youth has just given away
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| (And I hope it does)
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| To the inevitability of our death, yeah.
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| The invincibility of our youth has just given away
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| (And I hope it does)
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| To the inevitability of our death.
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| So don’t raise your glass.
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| Don’t raise your glass.
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| Don’t raise your glass.
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| Redemption wears a red dress but carries a white flag.
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| I’ll wear that red dress for you.
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| The invincibility of our youth has just given away
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| (And I hope it does)
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| To the inevitability of our death, of our death.
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| The invincibility of our youth has just given away
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| (And I hope it does)
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| To the inevitability of our death.
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| So don’t raise your glass.
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| Don’t raise your glass.
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| Death is a living partner.
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| A consummate consummate one.
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| A consummate consummate one.
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| Consummate consummate one.
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| Consummate consummate one. |