Bring you a tale from the pastel fields
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Where we ran when we were young
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This is a tale from the water meadows
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Trying to spread some hope into your heart
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It's mixed with happiness - it's mixed with tears
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Both life a death are carried in this stream
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That open space you could run for miles
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Now you don't get so many to the pound
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia
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But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to
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That I'll always run to
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Won't you join me by the riverbank
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Paradise found down by the still waters
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Joined in the race to the rainbow's end
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No fears no worries just a golden country
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Woke at sunrise, went home at sunset
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Now life is so critical, life is too cynical
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We lose our innocence, we lose our very soul
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia
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But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to
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That I'll always run to
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True it's a dream mixed with nostalgia
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But it's a dream that I'll always hang on to
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That I always run to
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Won't you join me by the riverbank
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Come on and join me by the riverbank
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TALES FROM THE RIVERBANK
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| The Jam |
