| Is it my maker?
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| Am I the breaker?
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| Has it come too soon?
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| Am I to follow?
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| Where life seems hallowed
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| By some impending doom
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| It makes me ache right now
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| That the lover of life
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| Gets lost somehow
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| ‘Cos his colour fade in the rain
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| He goes down to the river again
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| To find to be
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| An opening to the sea
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| So that can’t be that hard
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| If he wants to see
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| The river
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| Some having trouble
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| When life at the double
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| Ought to be immune
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| Some say it’s hazy
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| Others feel lazy
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| Some don’t know what to do
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| It never breaks somehow
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| That the pattern of life is a loving vow
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| Every man has got to ordain
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| Every soul that comes in from the rain
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| And once the sea can find someone
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| Open up and tell its wildest dreams
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| To one that seen all before
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| That’s why you can’t see through my floor that’s a part
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| On the river
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| Taking time I rowed on with her
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| There’s a star in the air never be returning to
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| Find what else that heart is yearning for
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| But you want to take
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| Seems a good life can see
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| Though it describes the more I can see the point
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| Can’t people see that part of what can be?
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| Oh see in a river |