| Hey now, little speedyhead
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| The read on the speed-meter says
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| You have to go to task in the city
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| Where people drown and people serve
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| Don’t be shy, you’re just dessert
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| Is only just light years to go
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| Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
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| With ocean storm, bayberry moon
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| I have got to leave to find my way
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| Watch the road and memorize
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| This life that passed before my eyes
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| And nothing is going my way
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| The ocean is the river’s goal
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| A need to leave the water knows
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| We’re closer now than light years to go
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| I have got to find the river
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| Bergamot and vetiver
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| Run through my head and fall away
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| Leave the road and memorize
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| This life that passed before my eyes
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| And nothing is going my way
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| There’s no one left to take the lead
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| But I tell you and you can see
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| We’re closer now than light years to go
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| Pick up here and chase the ride
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| The river empties to the tide
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| Fall into the ocean
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| The river to the ocean goes
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| A fortune for the undertow
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| None of this is going my way
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| There is nothing left to throw
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| Of Ginger, lemon, indigo
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| Coriander stem and rose of hay
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| Strength and courage overrides
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| The privileged and weary eyes
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| Of river poet search naiveté
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| Pick up here and chase the ride
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| The river empties to the tide
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| All of this is coming your way |