| River splashes against the locks
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| And I scale the slope
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| And hope the tracks won’t
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| Lead me down to dark black pits or Places where we fall to bits
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| If she were there I’d hold her down
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| I’d push her under while she drowns
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| And couldn’t breathe and claw for air
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| She doesn’t care for my despair
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| Or is it me?
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| The one that’s wrong? |
| (one that’s wrong?)
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| You see in this heat
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| River cools where I belong
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| In my Mersey paradise
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| As I stare an oil can comes
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| Sailing by and I feel like
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| Growing fins and falling in With the bricks the bikes the rusty tins
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| I swim along without a care
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| I’m eating sand when I need air
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| You can bet your life I’ll meet a pike who’ll
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| Wolf me down for tea tonight
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| I want to be (I want to be)
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| Where the drownings are (drownings are)
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| You see in this heat
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| River cool’s where I belong
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| In my Mersey paradise
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| I want to be (I want to be)
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| Where the drownings are (drownings are)
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| You see it in the sea
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| River cool’s where I belong
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| Oh yeah
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| I want to be (I want to be)
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| Where the drownings are (drownings are)
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| You see it in the sea
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| River cool’s where I belong
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| In my Mersey paradise |