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Golden, golden, golden river run |
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To the east and drop beneath the sun |
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And as the moon lies low and overhead. |
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We're lost |
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Burn slow, burning up the back wall |
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Long roads, where the city meets the sky |
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Most days, most days stay the sole same |
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Please stay. |
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For this fear of the night time |
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If I had a boat |
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I would sail to you |
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Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true |
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Once I had a dream, it died long before |
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Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore |
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Down low, down amongst the thorn rows |
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Weeds grow, through the lilies and the vine |
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Birds play, try to find their own way |
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Soft clay on your feet and under mine |
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If I had a boat |
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I would sail to you |
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Hold you in my arms, ask you to be true |
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Once I had a dream, it died long before |
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Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore |
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Spitting at the sea. |
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Heaving at the breeze |
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Sheets are billowing. |
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Breaking of the day |
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Sea is not my friend and everyone conspires |
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Still I choose to swim, slip beneath the tide |
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Once I had a dream, once |
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I had a hope |
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That was yesterday, not so long ago |
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This is not the end, this is just the world |
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Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl |
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If I had a boat |
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I would sail to you |
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Hold u in my arms, ask you to be true |
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Once I had a dream, it died long before |
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Now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore |