| Across the street the river runs.
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| Down in the gutter life is slipping away.
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| Let me still exist in another place,
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| Running under cover
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| Of a helicopter blade
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| The flames are getting higher
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| In effigy.
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| Burning down the bridges of my memory.
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| Love may still be alive
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| Somewhere someday
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| Where they’re downing only deer
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| A hundred steel towns away
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| Oh, rhythm of my heart
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| Is beating like a drum
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| With the words «I love you»
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| Rolling off my tongue.
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| No never will I roam,
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| For I know my place is home.
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| Where the ocean meets the sky,
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| I’ll be sailing
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| Photographs and kerosene
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| Light up my darkness,
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| Light it up, light it up.
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| I can still feel the touch
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| Of your thin blue jeans.
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| Running down the alley,
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| I’ve got my eyes all over you, baby
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| Oh, baby
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| Oh, rhythm of my heart
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| Is beating like a drum
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| With the words «I love you»
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| Rolling off my tongue.
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| No never will I roam,
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| For I know my place is home.
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| Where the ocean meets the sky,
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| I’ll be sailing
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| Oh, yeah
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| Oh, I’ve got lightning in my veins,
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| Shifting like the handle
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| Of a slot machine.
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| Love may still exist
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| In another place.
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| I’m just yanking back the handle,
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| No expression on my face
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| Oh, rhythm of my heart
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| Is beating like a drum
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| With the words «I love you»
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| Rolling off my tongue.
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| No never will I roam,
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| For I know my place is home.
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| Where the ocean meets the sky,
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| I’ll be sailing |