Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
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You can hear the boats go by you can stay the night beside her
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And you know she's half crazy but that's why you want to be there
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And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
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Just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
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Then she gets you on her wave length and she lets the river answer
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That you've always been her lover
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And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind
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And you know she will trust you
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Cause you've touched her perfect body with your mind
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And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
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And he spent a long time searching from his lonely wooden tower
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And just when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
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He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
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But he himself was broken long before the sky would open
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Forsaken almost human he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
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And you want to travel with him and you want to travel blind
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And you think may be you'll trust him
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For he's touched your perfect body with his mind
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Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
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She's weaving rags and feathers from salvation army counters
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And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour
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And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
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There are heros in the seaweed there are children in the morning
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They are leaning out for love they will lean that way forever
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While Suzanne holds the mirror
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And you want to travel with her and you want to travel blind
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And you know that you can trust her
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For she's touched your perfect body with her mind
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Suzanne
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| George Hamilton Iv |
