| Run river run
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| Mother’s calling heavy the sun
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| She’s tired from the storm, which is from the norm
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| Standing at the gate, so quiet, unafraid
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| But one has come
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| One has come
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| Run river run
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| I hear your father’s gun
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| He’s wary from the road, the wolves and the crows
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| Kept him at the gates with hands full of praise
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| But one has come
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| One has one
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| Rushing like a spirit from a wineskin bag
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| Settled by your sister like it’s never going back
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| Mother’s crying out with a different kind of sadness
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| Sam can’t shoot between a promise and a habit
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| Run river run
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| Out of dreams, into the sun
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| Wake river wake
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| There’s fire coursing through your blood
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| There’s gold in your hair, the silver line is:
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| I know that they’re scared, oh they’re rushing to the wind
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| But you won’t let 'em in
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| No, you won’t let 'em in
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| Rushing like a spirit from a wineskin bag
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| Settle by your sister with your heart in her hands
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| There’s love in your words, she’ll learn to sew
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| I hear her laughing, and it sounds
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| Rushing like a spirit from a wineskin bag
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| Settle by your sister with your heart in her hands
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| There’s love in your words, she’ll learn to sew
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| I hear her laughing, and it sounds
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home
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| It sounds like
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| Home |