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Rolling river God |
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Little stones are smooth |
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Only once the water passes through |
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So I am a stone |
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Rough and grainy still |
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Trying to reconcile this rivers chill |
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But when I close my eyes |
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And feel you rushing by |
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I know that time brings change |
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And change takes time |
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And when the sunset comes |
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My prayer would be this one |
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That you might pick me up and notice |
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that I am |
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Just a little smoother in your hand |
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Sometimes raging wild |
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Sometimes swollen high |
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Never once I've known this river dry |
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The deepest part of you, |
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is where I want to stay |
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And feel the sharpest edges,wash away |
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But when I close my eyes |
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And feel you rushing by |
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I know that time brings change |
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And change takes time |
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And when the sunset comes |
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My prayer would be this one |
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That you might pick me up and notice |
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that i am |
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Just a little smoother in your hand |
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Rolling river God |
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Little stones are smooth |
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Only once the water passes through |