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Hey now, little speedyhead,
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The read on the speedmeter says
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You have to go to task in the city
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Where people drown and people serve.
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Don't be shy. Your just deserve
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Is only just light years to go.
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Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
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Ocean storm, bayberry moon.
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I have got to leave to find my way.
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Watch the road and memorize
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This life that pass before my eyes.
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Nothing is going my way.
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The ocean is the river's goal,
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A need to leave the water knows
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We're closer now than light years to go.
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I have got to find the river,
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Bergamot and vetiver
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Run through my head and fall away.
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Leave the road and memorize
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This life that pass before my eyes.
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Nothing is going my way.
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There's no one left to take the lead,
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But I tell you and you can see
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We're closer now than light years to go.
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Pick up here and chase the ride.
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The river empties to the tide.
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Fall into the ocean.
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The river to the ocean goes,
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A fortune for the undertow.
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None of this is going my way.
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There is nothing left to throw
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Of Ginger, lemon, indigo,
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Coriander stem and rose of hay.
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Strength and courage overrides
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The privileged and weary eyes
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River poet search naivete.
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Pick up here and chase the ride.
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The river empties to the tide.
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All of this is coming your way.
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Find the River
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| R.E.M |
