I looked out across
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The river today
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I saw a city in the fog and an old church tower
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Where the seagulls play
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I saw the sad shire horses walking home
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In the sodium light
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I saw two priests on the ferry
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October geese on a cold winter's night
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And all this time, the river flowed
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Endlessly to the sea
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Two priests came round our house tonight
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One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying
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To serve the final rite
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One to learn, one to teach
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Which was the cold wind blows
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Fussing and flapping in priestly black
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Like a murder of crows
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And all this time, the river flowed
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Endlessly to the sea
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If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
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And I'd bury the old man,
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I'd bury him at sea
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Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth
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Better to be poor than a fat man in the eye of a needle
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And as these words were spoken I swore I hear
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The old man laughing
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'What good is a used up world and how could it be
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Worth having'
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And all this time the river flowed
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Endlessly like a silent tear
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And all this time the river flowed
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Father, if Jesus exists,
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Then how come he never lived here
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The teachers told us, the Romans built this place
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They built a wall and a temple, an edge of the empire
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Garrison town,
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They lived and they died, they prayed to their gods
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But the stone gods did not make a sound
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And their empire crumbled, 'til all that was left
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Were the stones the workmen found
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And all this time the river flowed
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In the falling light of a northern sun
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If I had my way I'd take a boat from the river
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Men go crazy in congregations
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But they only get better
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One by one
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One by one...
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All This Time
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| Sting |
