| Way down by the river
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| There’s a shadow that belongs to you
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| I know it’s there
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| Cause that’s where I left mine too
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| This side of the moon
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| There’s a moment that belongs to you
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| I know you give yourself away
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| Cause I do too
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| But still
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| I give myself away
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| Everyday
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| To everyone I meet
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| And you tear yourself apart
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| For your art
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| And wonder why you can’t sleep
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| You can only dream
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| Far below all the grapes
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| There’s a flavour that’s a tired taste
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| You claim it’s an art
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| All the benches and the grey rained parks
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| This side of the sun
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| The promised daughter and forgotten son
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| I give myself away
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| Everyday
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| To everyone I meet
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| And you tear yourself apart
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| For your art
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| And wonder why you can’t sleep
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| You can only dream
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| You can only dream |