This one gave her one of those funny feelings
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Almost had to stop
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Every time I hear a river, I think the mother is crying
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It was a purple purple sky and an orange orange moon
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And everyone was whistlin' the same damn tune
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Except Brian, Brian stared out across the field
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And watched the horizon blossom to cop a feel
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Over the edge of the world the one they're all afraid to walk
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Ration out for why their so high on the small talk
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But Brian knows where the crows all go
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To find the if's and the and's and the but's and all so's
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If I could run through the woods and speed like the light
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I'd find the answers to why and be back by tonight
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If I could fly through the fog and look at this rock
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I'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block
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But as it stands I stay content
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Tryin' to be the magic man and pay my rent
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And wishin' that Brian could turn me on
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To the secrets he sought
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While we keep burnin' the dawn just to keep the day hot
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If I could ask you one question I'd ask where you went
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You could teach me a lesson every time I got bent
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But the alcohol don't make me forget about it all
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Doesn't matter the season the leaves can still fall
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They slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
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I understand myself and all the sorrow i felt
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For as simple as I am how'd it get so complex
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Got me studyin' the margins and disregardin' the text
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I open the curtains and listen to the traffic go
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But I still get nervous each time my piece passes go
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The residue is thick and the memory fails
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I still laugh because the path feels a lot like a trail
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If I could run through the woods and speed like the light
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I'd find the answers to why and be back by tonight
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If I could fly through the fog and look down at this rock
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I'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block
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but as it stands I stay content
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Tryin' to be the magic man and pay my rent
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Wishin' that Brian could turn me on
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to the secrets he sought
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While we keep burnin' the dawn just to keep the day hot
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We used to be a couple of pimps walking the hallways with pride
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Drunk or sober life was nothin' short of roller coaster rides
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Trip to the clubs nod the skull to the rhythm
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All we wanted out of life was what was given
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And when you passed I wanted to take back the time we wasted
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I'd trade all the buzzes in for one more conversation
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We could sit in the shade and discuss the meaning of sacred
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Cause I cant see the garden no more just the aphids
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But the wind still blows
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And the plants still grow
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And I wish your name was on the guest list at my shows
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I gotta believe that you can see me when I find my freedom
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Cause you got to meet the sun before you got to meet my son
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And when I see lightning feels like my buzz heightening
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Every time I feel the sun I can smell the love
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And when I smell the air I can hear a child trying
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But every time I hear a river I think the mother is crying
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And when I see lightning feels like my buzz heightening
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Every time I feel the sun I can smell the love
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And when I smell the air I can hear a child trying
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But every time I hear a river I think the mother is crying
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(Overlapping)
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Every time I think of you I know your laughter
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And when I hear of you I know your laughter
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x3
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(Overlapping)
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Every time I hear a river I think the mother is crying
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And when I think of you, I know your laughter
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Every time I hear a river I think the mother is crying
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And when I hear of you, I know your laughter
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The River
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