| We can talk by the river
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| We can walk right out to the sea
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| I haven’t talked much lately
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| Maybe that’s why you never talk to me
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| Ah ah
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| So you’re at a low
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| Your speeding heart is getting slow
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| The music fades before your mind
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| You hold her hand and whisper, «Man, man,»
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| «Man, it feels like space again»
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| Your saw her face and then she cries
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| The River Styx is getting wide
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| The Brooklyn wastes and rolling waves
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| And Jesus says, they both say
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| We can talk by the river
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| We can walk right out to the sea
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| I haven’t talked much lately
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| Maybe that’s why you never talk to me
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| Ah ah
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| We can talk by the river
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| We can walk right out to the sea
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| I haven’t talked much lately
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| Maybe that’s why you never talk to me
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| Ah ah
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| It took him all his life to know
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| It took him all his life to know
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| It took him all his life to know
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| It took him all his life to know
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| It took him all his life to know |