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I see double up ahead |
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Where the riverboat |
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Swayed beneath the sun |
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Is where the river runs red |
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Like a king who stalks |
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The wings and shoots a dove |
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And frees an eagle instead |
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It's more or less the same |
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As the things that you said |
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I see trouble up the road |
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Like the things you found |
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In love are by the way |
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And like to cheat on your soul |
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Like the best and worst |
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Of thoughts that lose control |
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Before you lie on your bed |
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It's more or less the same |
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As the things you said |
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Anyway for all the things you know |
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Tell me why does the river not flow |
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Anyway for all the things you said |
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Tell me why does the river run red |
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Anyway for all the things you've seen |
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Tell me when will the river run green |
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And anyway for all the things you know |
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Tell me why does the river not flow |
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It's more or less the things |
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You fail to say in your way that's your trouble |
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Like a king who stalks the wings |
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And shoots the moon and the stars |
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And his double |
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It's more or less the same |
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As the things that you said |
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Anyway for all the things you know |
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Tell me why does the river not flow |
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Anyway for all the things you said |
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Tell me why does the river run red |
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Anyway for all the things you've seen |
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Tell me when will the river run green |
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And anyway for all the things you know |
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Tell me why does the river not flow |
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I see double up ahead |
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Where the riverboat swayed beneath the sun |
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Is where the river runs red |
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I see double, that's my trouble |