| My harp is tuned to the mourning wind
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| My flute to the voice that weeps within
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| And I taught the widows' hearts to sing
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| You’re such a nasty little girl
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta drown, drown, drown
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| Turned back, had a fall from grace
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| Now we find each other face to face
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| The wells you drank from all ran dry
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| Now you are standing all alone
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| I hope this letter finds you well
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| You’re such a nasty little girl
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| My harp is tuned to the mourning wind
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| My flute to the voice that weeps within
|
| If you wanna taste the water
|
| Gotta come to the river
|
| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta come to the river
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| If you wanna taste the water
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| Gotta drown, drown, drown |