Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
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You can hear the boats go by
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You can spend the night beside her
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And you know that she's half crazy
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But that's why you want to be there
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And she feeds you tea and oranges
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That come all the way from China
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And just when you mean to tell her
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That you have no love to give her
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Then she gets you on her wavelength
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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
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And you want to travel blind
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And you know that she will trust you
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For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
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And Jesus was a sailor
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When he walked upon the water
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And he spent a long time watching
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From his lonely wooden tower
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And when he knew for certain
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Only drowning men could see him
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He said "All men will be sailors then
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Until the sea shall free them"
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But he himself was broken
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Long before the sky would open
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Forsaken, almost human
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He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
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And you want to travel with him
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And you want to travel blind
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And you think maybe you'll trust him
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For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
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Now Suzanne takes your hand
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And she leads you to the river
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She is wearing rags and feathers
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From Salvation Army counters
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And the sun pours down like honey
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On our lady of the harbour
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And she shows you where to look
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Among the garbage and the flowers
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There are heroes in the seaweed
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There are children in the morning
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They are leaning out for love
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And 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
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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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| James Taylor |
