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Moving down the water |
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John is drifting out of sight |
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It's only at the turning point |
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That you find out how you fight |
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In the cold, feel the cold |
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All around |
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And the rush of crashing water |
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Surrounds me with its sound |
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Striking out to reach you |
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I can't get through to the other side |
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When you're racing in the rapids |
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There's only one way, that's to ride |
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Taken down, taken down by the undertow |
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I'm spiraled down the river bed, my fire is burning low |
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Catching hold of a rock that's firm, |
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I'm waiting for |
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John to be carried past |
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We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast |
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And when the waters slow down, the dark and the deep |
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Have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one left to keep |
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Hang on John, we're out of this at last |
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Something's changed, that's not your face, it's mine, it's mine |
