| I’ve been watching the man at the bar
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| With his head in his hands
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| And I think to myself, «I was just like you»
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| I can see there are times in your life
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| When it’s way too much for you
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| The battles you wear, or the armor you choose
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| When I first fill my lungs in the morning
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| I try to remember to say a quiet «thank you»
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| And if I rise with a weight in my heart
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| I like to play myself a sweet little tune
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| And I feel those cool rivers
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| Washing all over me
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| And I know these smooth rhythms
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| Make me move my feet
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| Oh you give me those soul shivers
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| Taking me back to the days
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| When music was a life-giver
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| Make a bad man change his ways
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| Cool rivers
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| Soul shivers
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| I can feel those smooth rhythms
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| Make a bad man change, a bad man change his ways
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| I’ve seen men who sleep at the side of the road
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| With a smile upon their face
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| I heard old men sing with youth in their voice
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| When that old-time record plays
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| I seen young boys learning their first steps
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| To the sound of those drum breaks
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| And I heard the sound that accompanies
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| So many first mistakes
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| Still, I feel those cool rivers
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| Washing all over me
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| And I know these smooth rhythms
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| Make me move my feet
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| Oh you give me those soul shivers
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| Taking me back to the days
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| When music was a life-giver
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| Make a bad man change his ways
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| Oh, I see those cool rivers
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| Soul shivers
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| I can feel those smooth rhythms
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| Make a bad man change, a bad man change his ways |