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Well, she moved back around here |
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Thirty-five weeks ago today |
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Oh, down the lane |
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Well, at night she walks on the banks |
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And remembers how she dreamed of rowing away |
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And how she left one day |
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She left with a driven look in her eyes |
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Came back around with it still inside |
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They said give it some time |
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And you'll forget about it too |
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We know they always do |
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Well, I know some fine day |
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You will find your way |
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Across the river, across the river |
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Row down slow |
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There's a long way to go |
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Across the river, across the river |
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She was proud and so strong |
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But she tried not to listen to idle talk |
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Downtown where she walked |
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Well, they sit around and they say |
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That she came back with her tail between her legs |
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Like they always said she would |
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Well, I hear it's better on the other side |
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They say you'll never do it so don't even try |
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Well, you may be beaten down with your closed mind |
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But don't try to make it mine |
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Well, I know some fine day |
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You will find your way |
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Across the river, across the river |
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Row down slow |
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There's a long way to go |
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Across the river, across the river |
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"Your wild days are through" |
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Is what they said |
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I dreamed she came, and I went down |
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And I walked where she led |
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Standing on the shore |
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She looks to the west with a look of longing |
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To where the grass seems greener |
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Well, there's a hard and distant prize |
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It probably won't happen but I think I'll try |
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Well, even if it doesn't happen for me |
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It still beats hanging around here |
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Well, I know some fine day |
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You will find your way |
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Across the river, across the river |
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Row down slow |
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There's a long, long way to go |
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Across the river, across the river |
