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she tows the lineup the river, through the low landshanging out on the jetty,by the arcade, it ain't highsee it so clear in her eyesshe won't be bringing it up againso she rises and goesso they'd never knowthat she even came here at allcouldn't count the timeswe'd believe in, just for goingwalking the banks of the levywhere the old hopes all get thrownas soon as we drift from their sightthey won't dare bring our names up againand we'll rise and we'll hopethat they'll never knowthat we even came here at allhe thinks we rideon the meadow, heavy rollingheading into the citylike they all have some place to goto leave it now, so far behindyou can't blame people for giving into decide where they goso they never knowthat we even came here at all |
