| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me
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| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me
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| I would never speak for them
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| 'Cause I’ve got more respect than that
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| These snakes get off the ground
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| Wrap around they brothers neck for that
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| I would never claim no prophecy
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| Cause I know mans too small for it
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| These vultures circle round the dead
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| And want a crown for it
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| Sing the same songs but it’s different words
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| No
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| Salt your own grounds, now nothing will grow
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| Wash over me
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| Angels with burning wings
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| Watch over we
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| Red river
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| Hanging and flying too close to the sun
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| Every sound, close it down
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| Ain’t no even place to run
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| Watch them choke on the smoke
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| I prophesied the day it was
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| When it’s all said and done
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| And we end up where I begun
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| Red river, wash over me
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| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me
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| Red river, wash over me
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| Uhhh
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| Wash over me
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| I would never speak for them
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| 'Cause I’ve got more respect than that
|
| These snakes get off the ground
|
| Wrap around they brothers neck for that
|
| I would never claim no prophecy
|
| Cause I know mans too small for it
|
| These vultures circle round the dead
|
| And want a crown for it
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| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me
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| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me
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| All the places I go
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| They don’t see
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| Red river, red river
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| Wash over me |