| Waiting there by the side of the river
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| Waiting there but she did not show
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| Wringing his hands and shaking his head
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| Checking his watch it’s time to go
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| They say the sky is the limit
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| Reflected in the mirror of the mighty Mississippi
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Crash landed in the Crescent City
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Out here the truth is all you can see
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| But there is a trick in the thick of it all
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| The ghost in a fog is a thin line
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| Between first light and last call
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| They say the sky is the limit
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| Reflected in the mirror of the mighty Mississippi
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Crash landed in the Crescent City
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Waiting there by the side of the river
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| Get ready to cross to the other shore
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| Standing there by the side of the river
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| It never looked so wide before
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| They say the sky is the limit
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| Reflected in the mirror of the mighty Mississippi
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Crash landed in the Crescent City
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| They say the sky is the limit
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| Reflected in the mirror of the mighty Mississippi
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| Shootin' for the moon
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| Crash landed in the Crescent City
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| Shootin' for the moon |