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Suzanne takes you down |
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To her place by the river |
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You can hear the boats go by |
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You can spend the night forever |
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And you know the girl's half crazy |
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That's why you want to be there |
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And she feeds you tea and oranges |
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That come all the way from China |
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And just when you want to tell her |
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That you have no love to give her |
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She gets you on her wavelength |
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And lets the river answer |
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That you've always been her lover |
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And Jesus was a sailor |
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When he walked upon the water |
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And he spent a long time watchin' |
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From a lonely wooden tower |
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And when he knew for certain |
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Only drownin' men could see him |
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He said all men are sailors, then |
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Until' the sea shall free them |
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But he, himself, was broken |
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Long before the sky would open |
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Forsaken, almost human |
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He sank beneath |
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Your wisdom like a stone |
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And you wanna travel with him |
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Ahh, you wanna travel blind |
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And you think that you might trust him |
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For he's touched your perfect body with his mind |
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Suzanne takes you down |
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To her place by the river |
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And you can hear the boats that go by |
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You can spend the night forever |
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And the sun pours down like honey |
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On our lady of the harbor |
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And she shows you where to look |
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Amid the garbage and the flowers |
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There are heroes in the seaweed |
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There are children in the morning |
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They are leanin' out for love |
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And they will lean that way forever |
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While Suzanne holds her mirror |
