Here we are
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Stuck by this river,
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You and I
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Underneath a sky that's ever falling down, down, down
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Ever falling down
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Through the day
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As if on an ocean
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Waiting here,
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Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:
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I wonder why we came
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You talk to me
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As if from a distance
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And I reply
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With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,
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From another time
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By This River
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| Martin L. Gore |
