| Everyone thinks you’re a mystery
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| And a law unto yourself
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| Full of mischief and misery
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| And we worry about your health
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| Oh
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| Always caught up in the thick of it
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| Spend your summers dressed in black
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| All your friends are getting sick of it
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| And they want you back
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| So come take a walk to the river
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| Let it wash away your sin
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| Come take a walk to the river
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| So your new life can begin
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| And I have high hopes for you
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| Of the circles that you travel in
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| You pretend that you’re well read
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| But your story is unravelling
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| And you can’t find the thread
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| So come take a walk to the river
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| Let it wash away your sin
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| Come take a walk to the river
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| So your new life can begin
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| Oh and I have such high hopes for you baby
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| Yes I really do
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| Oh and I have such high hopes for you baby
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| And I won’t give up on you
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| Oh and I have such high hopes for you baby
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| Yes I really do
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| Oh and I have such high hopes for you baby
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| And I won’t give up on you
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| It’s been so long in the winter sun
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| It’s been so long in the winter sun |