| Where the river runs to black
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| I take these school books from your pack
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| Plastics wire and your keys
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| Breathe of eternity on your lips
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| In the crowded market place
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| I drift from face to face
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| I hold my breath and close my eyes
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| I hold my breath and close my eyes
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| And I wait for paradise
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| I wait for paradise
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| Virginia hills are gone to black
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| Another day and another sun are going down
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| I visit you in another dream
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| I visit you in another dream
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| I reach and feel your hair
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| Your smell lingers in the air
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| I brush your cheek with my finger tips
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| I taste the void upon your lips
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| And I wait for paradise
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| I wait for paradise
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| I search for the you on the other side
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| Where the rivers are clean and white
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| Up to my heart that water’s rise
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| Up to my heart that water’s rise
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| Seeming that water’s blue and clear
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| Drifting down I disappear
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| I see you’re on the other side
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| I search for peace in your eyes
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| But there’s emptiest paradise
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| There’s emptiest paradise
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| I wait above the place
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| I feel the sun upon my face |