| Moving in darkness
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| T the place I saw him last
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| Crying for the friendship that’s forever in the past
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| We’re going home to mourn him
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| On a jet place crossing date lines
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| We are going nowhere fast
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| There’s a river running through our town
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| Carrying salt to the sea
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| And our tears will merge with the flowing water
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| Carrying salt to the sea
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| Sharing our sadness with the ones you left behind
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| Staring at the photographs of long forgotten times
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| Look through any window
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| See we all came from a different place
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| But now we’re all of a kind
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| The blind leading the blind
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| There’s a river running through our town
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| Carrying salt to the sea
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| And our tears will merge with the flowing water
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| Carrying salt to the sea
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| Somewhere in time, he was a friend of mine
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| Now his story gets told
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| An event unfolds
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| The ebb and flow
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| The letting go
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| It’s hard to know why
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| And our tears will merge with the flowing water
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| Carrying salt to the sea, to the sea
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| There’s a river running through our town
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| Carrying salt to the sea |