| And they came to the river
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| And they came from the road
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| And he wanted the sun
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| Just to call his own
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| And they walked on the dirt
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| And they walked from the road
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| Till they came to the river
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| Till they came up close
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| Throw your pain in the river
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| Throw your pain in the river
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| Leave your pain in the river
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| To be washed away slow
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| And we walked without words
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| And we walked with our lives
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| Two silent birds circled by
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| Like our pain in the river
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| And the pain in the river
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| And the white sun scattered
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| Washed away this slow
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| And we followed the river
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| And we followed the road
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| And we walked through this land
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| And we called it a home
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| But he wanted the sun
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| And I wanted it all
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| And the white light scatters
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| And the sun sets low
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| Like our pain in the river
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| Like our pain in the river
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| Like the white light scattered
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| To be washed away slow
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| Like our pain in the river
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| Like our pain in the river
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| Like the white light scattered
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| To be washed away slow |