| I’d like to say to you come follow
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| But I’m afraid my heart may hollow here
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| And though it seems the water is shallow
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| It’s over my head, but still I swallow
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| A black river runs down my face
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| I guess now is not the time or place
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| The clock is slowly sinking
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| It doesn’t matter what you’re thinking anymore
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| And for a while I tried pleasing you
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| But now I’m left with no good reason to
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| A black river runs down my face
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| I guess now is not the time or place
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| A thousand years is but a day, they say
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| And maybe in a thousand more I will find my way
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| A black river runs down my face
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| I guess now is not the time or place
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| A thousand years is but a day, they say
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| And maybe in a thousand more, I will find my way
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| A thousand years is but a day
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| And maybe in a thousand more, I will find my way
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| I’d like to say to you, come follow |