| Last night the river went calling.
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| Like a train that jumps the tracks —
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| How it roared thru the night like a vow to never go Back.
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| We never knew peace.
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| Will we never know peace?
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin, Man, it won’t last!
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| Last night the river went calling.
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| How it pushed thru the awful black!
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| Boats of gold hanging by their fiery stacks.
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| I heard the rivermen cry, We will never know peace.
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin, Man, it won’t last.
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| See the fire and smoke spittin fire and sparks.
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin, Man, it won’t last.
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| Last night I dreamed I was falling.
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| Where do we go, I said to myself,
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| If I call your name and you answer crying?
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| We never knew peace.
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| Will we never know peace?
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin, See the fire and sparks spitting
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| Fire and sparks.
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin…
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| People pass sayin, See the fire and smoke spitting fire
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| And sparks.
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| Are we like a house made of dry grass?
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| People pass sayin, It won’t last.
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| Writers: Cutler-Jones-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. |