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She moved back around here thirty-five weeks ago today
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Oh down the lane
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At night she walks on the banks, and remembers how she
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Dreamed of rowing away
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And how she left one day
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She left with a driven look in her eyes
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Came back around with it still inside
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They said give it some time and you'll forget about it too
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We know they always do
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Well I know
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Some fine day
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You will find your way
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Across the river
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Row down slow
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There's a long way to go
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Across the river
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She was proud and so strong
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And she tried not to listen to idle talk
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Downtown where she walked
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They sit around and they say
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That she came back with her tail between her legs
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Like they always said she would
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Well I hear it's better on the other side
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They say you'll never do it so don't even try
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Well you may be beaten down with your closed mind
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But don't try to make it mine
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Well I know
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Some fine day
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You will find your way
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Across the river
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Row down slow
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There's a long way to go
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Across the river
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밳our wild days are through?is what they said
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I dreamed she came, when I was down and
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I walked where she led
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Standing on the shore
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She looks to the west with a look of longing
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That grass seems greener
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There's a hard and distant prize
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It probably won't happen but I think I'll try
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Well even if it doesn't happen for me
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It still beats hanging around here
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Well I know...
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Across The River
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| Bruce Horsby & The Range |
