She ran until her face was numb with cold and
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Wore a cotton gown that blazed the night untold.
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She ran until her feet refused to hold
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So heavy a heart for someone merely ten years old.
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And when she reached the river her knees began to shiver,
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Her head with pounding voices from home.
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Behind her was a vision, a painful apparition
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Of a darker world that no-one should know.
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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The river will keep this friend.
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Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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No never again.
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She dived beneath the water's icy skin,
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Hoping the cold would kill the smell of angry gin,
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And her eyes grew wider than they'd ever been
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Just wishing the numbness to cut deeper with its pins.
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And as her body lay there she decided to stay there
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Till darkness came to pull her away.
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And beautifully she sank as up river was the bank
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Where some bodiless troubles would stay.
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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The river will keep this friend.
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Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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No never again.
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Somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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The river will keep this friend.
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Yeah somebody's bed will never be warm again,
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No never again.
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The River
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| Missy Higgins |
