| I see double up ahead
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| Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
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| Is where the river runs red
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| Like a king who stalks the wings and shoots a dove
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| And frees an eagle instead
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| It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
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| I see trouble up the road
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| Like the things you found in love are by the way
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| And like to cheat on your soul
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| Like the best and the worst of thoughts that loose control
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| Before you lie on your bed
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| It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
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| Anyway for all the things you know
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| Tell me why does the river not flow
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| Anyway for all the things you said
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| Tell me why does the river run red
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| Anyway for all the things you’ve seen
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| Tell me when will the river run green
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| And anyway for all the things you know
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| Tell me why does the river not flow
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| It’s more or less the things
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| You fail to say in your way that’s your trouble
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| Like a king who stalks the wings
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| And shoots the moon and the stars
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| And his double
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| It’s more or less the same as the things that you said
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| I see double up ahead
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| Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun
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| Is where the river runs red
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| I see double — that’s my trouble |