| Tide slack, a summer low
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| Sunlight catch the golden narrows
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| They’re rising on the flood
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| For the chartreuse and the blood red, this time
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| This time I know
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| And with all my heart left to faith
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| I cast my luck into the water and I pray
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| For all my scars and my intuition
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| To see me through this
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| I’ve never been fishing like this before, anyway
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| Now the summer run comes through the strait
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| And I cast my luck into the river and I wait
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| With all my years and my inspiration
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| To see me through with a little bit of patience this time
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| This time I know
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| La da da da da, da da, da da, da
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| La da da da da, da da, da da, da
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| Now the river runs, summer slow
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| Sunlight cast won’t catch the rainbow
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| Rising on the river bend
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| And with all of my hard luck to face
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| I cast my thoughts out onto the lake
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| With all my stars and my inner vision
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| To see me through
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| Won’t see me fishing like this anymore
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| And it gets hard to find the time for this now anymore, anyway
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| La da da da da, da da, da da, da
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| La da da da da, da da, da da, da
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| Here we are the sun
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| And the rain
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| In the the rain we go
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| We are all the same
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| We know
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| We know
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| At the start of it
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| Was a spark
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| In my hands
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| And my heart
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| Became the tight line
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| And the weight of it
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| The wait of it
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| And I’ve waited
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| Most of my life for this
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| And the be mine!
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| Oh, be mine
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| Oh, be mine
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| Tide slack
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| A summer low
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| Sunlight catch the golden narrows
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| Rising on the flood again |