And they came to the river
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And they came from the road
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And he wanted the sun
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Just to call his own
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And they walked on the dirt
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And they walked from the road
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'Til they came to the river
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'Til they came up close
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Throw your pain in the river
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Throw your pain in the river
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Leave your pain in the river
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To be washed away slow
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And we walked without words
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And we walked with our lives
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Two silent birds circled by
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Like a pain in the river
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And the pain in the river
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And the white sun scattered
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Washed away this slow
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And we followed the river
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And we followed the road
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And we walked through this land
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And we called it a home
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But he wanted the sun
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And I wanted the whole
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And the white light scatters
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And the sun sets low
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Like a pain in the river
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Like a pain in the river
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Like a white light scatters
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To be washed away slow
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Like a pain in the river
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Like a pain in the river
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Like the way life scattered
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To be washed away slow
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The River
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| P.J. Harvey |
