Did you never call? I waited for your call.
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These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
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The trees will bend, the cities wash away
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The city on the river there is a girl without a dream.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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Eastern to Mountain, third party call, the lines are down
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The wise man built his words upon the rocks
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But I'm not bound to follow suit.
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The trees will bend, the conversation's dimmed.
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Go build yourself another home, this choice isn't mine.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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Did you never call? I waited for your call
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These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
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The ocean sang, the conversation's dimmed
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Go build yourself another dream, this choice isn't mine.
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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So. Central Rain (I'm Sorry)
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| R.E.M. |
