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Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone |
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Open up another bottle, send those people home |
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Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low |
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I'm gonna float down this river of tears |
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I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry |
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Even now that he's gone he can make a woman cry |
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But he saw through me deaf dumb and blind |
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He knew his way down this river of tears"Dashed hopes and best intentions" people say |
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He could sit and drink the way a monk could pray |
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So grab that silver flask, pour yourself another glass and |
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Watch me rage down this river of tears |
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Turn out the stars now, darken every one |
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Watch the clouds cover that big yellow moon |
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Close the blinds, mute the sun |
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There's nowhere left to run |
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Picked up that old decanter that he used to drink from |
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Turned on his stereo just to hear it hum |
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Daddy I'm gonna wrap myself in blankets and listen to you sing |
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And I'm gonna float down this river of tears |
