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The gypsies know my future |
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The angels know my past |
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I roll around this big wide world |
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To find a love to last |
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I'm weary from my wandering |
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Lord I'm wounded in a war |
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I'll lay me low where the willows grow |
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Listen to that river song |
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River runs by my window |
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River runs by my door |
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River runs so sweet |
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Might never roam no more |
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Might never roam no more |
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I've seen the stars falling on the mountains |
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I've seen the moon rising from the sea |
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I never ever saw a sight so sweet |
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As that woman in my arms asleep |
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They say that honey heals the body |
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They say that music can soothe the soul |
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I've learned the heart has reasons |
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That reason can not know |
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River runs by my window |
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River runs by my door |
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River runs so sweet |
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Might never roam no more |
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Might never roam no more |
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I don't know where that river roams |
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But she goes around the bend |
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Just might roll around the great wide world |
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Come on home again |
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River runs by my window |
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River runs by my door |
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River runs so sweet |
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Might never roam no more |
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Might never roam no more |