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Chapman |
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While walking on the bank of the wild wild river, just losing the day |
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An old man appeared, I was a feared and started moving away |
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He said : 'I mean you no harm' - and his voice it was calming to my troubled mind |
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He went on and said : 'Son, boy don't you runaway blind'. |
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From the very first cry, very first cry |
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From the very first cry, it comes. |
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So I stopped and I turned, he looked at me eyes holding gentle concern |
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'Take the heat off your brow, please, suffer an old man's tongue' |
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'Cause if you worry your life then like the wild wild river, it'll never stay long |
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Unlike winters go round and summers go south and it's gone .. |
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From the very first cry, very first cry |
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From the very first cry, it comes |
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The long goodbye, yeah. |
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Well, I lost myself down by the wild wild river and pondered upon |
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What was meant by who was sent but now was gone |
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On reflection it seems, simple naive in the face of despair |
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But if I'm losing my way, it helps me to climb that stair. |
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From the very first cry, very first cry |
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From the very first cry, it comes |
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The long goodbye. |
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Ah, here it comes |
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..., mmm |
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Here it comes (the long goodbye, the long goodbye) |
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The long goodbye (the long goodbye, the long goodbye) |
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Here it comes, the long goodbye |
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... (the long goodbye) |
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