When I was quite young
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I had learned to fear
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I was taought to listen
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But not to hear
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From my mother's arms
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I was cruelly torn
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And they whipped my ass
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On the day I was born
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Little brother died
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At the age of five
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They said, "He lost his soul, he was not
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baptized"
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But the river flows
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And the heavens cry
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And we'll all be drowned
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In the river, In the river
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In the river, In the river
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I remember my sister
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On her saddest day
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When the boy she loved
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Had been called away
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Seems he gave his life
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In a foreign land
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Still my sister cries
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She never understands
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Now the world is hard
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And the cowards lie
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And the fool loves war
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And the gentle die
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But the river flows
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And the heavens cry
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And we'll all be drowned
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In the river, In the river
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In the river, In the river
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Well, we built a dam
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When the first rains fell
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We built it high
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And we built it well
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But the waters rose
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Like a beast from hell
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Now my house is gone
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And the town as well
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So we gather here
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For a silent prayer
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For the lives we lost
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And the love we shared
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Still the river flows
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And the heavens cry
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And we'll all be found
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In the river, In the river
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In the river, In the river
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In The River
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| The Call |
