| On and over the northwest river
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| We go trusting in the Cypress Queen
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| She’ll keep us afloat
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| We retreat into our fortress gold
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| To a sanctuary in the trees
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| That i call home
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| Trees that i call
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| Day arise in solitude i will strain to find
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| The root from the vine that saved my life
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| And beam from the light that gave me sight
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| A glimpse of what I call home
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| Stay the course
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| And through the brushwood break
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| Brier and thorns that don’t
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| A trail we make
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| To climb the storms or brooded crowns with haste
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| And plunge into the tanic acid stains
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| Plunge into the
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| Day arise in solitude i will strain to find
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| The root from the vine that saved my life
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| And beam from the light that gave me sight
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| A glimpse of what I call home
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| Down to the black water in we go
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| For to emerge with a gift for you
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| Calling on us that will be restored
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| Float down the river, she’ll be yours
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| Down to the black water in we go
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| For to emerge with a gift for you
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| Calling on us that will be restored
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| Float down the river and she’ll be yours
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| Day arise in solitude i will strain to find
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| The root from the vine that saved my life
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| And beam from the light that gave me sight
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| A glimpse of what I call home |