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The River |
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Yet another morning |
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that feels like this |
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Yet another life's bitter kiss |
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It has been like this for I don't know how long |
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I only know that at some point |
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it all went wrong |
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I don't remember much from last night |
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but still far more than I would like to |
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I'm floating downstream that damned river again |
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What can I do now except continue |
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and open a bottle once more |
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What can I do now except see this through |
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and float with the stream, off the shore |
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- see where the river will take me |
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When I needed you, you weren't there |
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now I need booze like I need the air that I breathe |
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With each drink I'm drifting further away from your world |
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the further off I get the harder it will be to return |
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It has been like this for I don't know how long |
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I only know that at some point |
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it all went wrong |
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Floating downstream that damned river again |
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The river that's distilled from premium grain |
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What can I do now except continue |
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and open a bottle once more |
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What can I do now except see this through |
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and float with the stream, off the shore |
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- see where the river will take me |
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- see where the river will take me |