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you were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through. |
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heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle |
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i heard the one perfect song pouring out of you, |
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there was a darkening sky reflected on the river. |
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there was no way of determining where we were |
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low hills, colors gone crazy, |
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you standing like a ghost with the water behind you. |
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it's hard to grab ahold of some things sometimes, |
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like you need me to remind you. |
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you were standing near the water. |
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and i was looking at the water. |
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then you went down in the water, |
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and the river began to boil. |
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there was a minute when i thought i knew what you were about, |
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and then you opened up your eyes and the lord came out |
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low hills, colors gone crazy, |
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you rising from the water like a bird, |
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you had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip |
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and i recognized every single word. |
