I laid down by the river¡¯s edge
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I laid down wondering where it led
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I laid down by the river¡¯s edge
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And I woke up in a river bed
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There were flowers in my hair
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River flowers floating everywhere
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And all the fishes came and kissed my feet
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Dear old fishes, they said to me
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They said oh, we could love you
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But we are not yet what you want
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Because oh, anyone could love you
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You¡¯ve got to find where you belong
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All my needles, they were gone so fast
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Not a needle left on a branch
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I grew weaker
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And the river strong
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I said, hey fishes
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But the fish were gone
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Now the boulders
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I know they heard me cry
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But they were stone-faced
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And they stood aside
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So I went on at the river¡¯s pace
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With my eyes closed, I thought I heard them say
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They said oh, we could love you
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But we are not yet what you want
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Because oh, we would only crush you
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You¡¯ve got to find where you belong
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How does it feel
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To be so certain
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Without question
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Of your purpose
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Your position
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Of your place
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Of your home?
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Of your place
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Of your home
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You cannot catch the river though
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It makes you think you can
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It trickles through your fingers
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While you hold it in your hands
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Just like I am
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Just like I am
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Just like I am
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Just like I am
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Riversong
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| A Fine Frenzy |
