take me down to the river's edge
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don't let me fall in
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let me into your circle of life
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while I'm waiting for mine to begin
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but the river runs wide and so deep
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I can see myself drown
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I'm awake but my conscience is asleep
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as the wind drags me down
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my mind's eye would always be blind
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heading down for the cliffs
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I would not feel the need to be saved from the flight
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hour of truth reality sinks in hello
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I've been bound behind a closed door
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never have been denied
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now I'm sentenced to life never knowing what for
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then the words I never thought I'd hear
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now all I want to know is
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what the hell just happened here
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here I stand at the river's edge
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dripping wet from the fall
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the tide is high and the ferry's delayed
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to take me back home
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but the river still runs to the sea
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drifting my wishes away
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tomorrow is pain
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and in time you will hear my say
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Waiting For Mine
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| J. Armen |
