| The river did come to me
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| Straight into my arms
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| I tried to hold it
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| But it just ran through my fingers
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| The ocean did come to me
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| Straight into my arms
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| I tried to caress it
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| But it ran through my fingers
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| Water will keep running
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| Rivers will turn
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| Water will keep running
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| Rivers will turn
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| Water will keep running
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| Rivers will turn
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| Water will keep running
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| Rivers will turn
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| So how can I ever find
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| What I’m looking for
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| When it’s been frozen
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| Stuck at the horizon
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| The wind blows from north to south
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| But I’m still where I was
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| Keep taking my shirts on
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| And taking them off
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| Peeling off the layers
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| Peeling it off
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| Peeling off the layers
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| Peeling it off
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| Peeling off the layers
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| Peeling it off
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| Peeling off the layers
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| Peeling it off
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| I wish I could find a cure
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| And to know my disease
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| But like nothing is certain
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| The circle will form a line
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| And that line will carry me
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| To the other side
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| That is looking just like this
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| With the same kind of open light
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| Everything is open
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| Leaking of life
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| Everything is open
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| Leaking of life
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| Everything is open
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| Leaking of life
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| Everything is open
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| Leaking of life |