I felt the cold of the ice and water
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Come flowing through as it pulled me under
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I saw my hand reaching out in the ether
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And touched the branches in my cold white fever
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Flow, white water, flow
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Down to me
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I heard you calling in the city canyons
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I should have waited by the window lantern
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But I went running through the moonlit forest
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Alone and searching for the cold white current
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Flow, white water, flow
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Down to me
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Flow, white water, flow
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Me out to sea
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And coming through the mist
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Into the calm and clear
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In the emerald gleam
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I can feel you near
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The dogwoods on the banks
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Glowing in the gloom
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On every naked branch
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A beautiful white bloom
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I see you running in the tall wild grasses
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Young and free along the river rapids
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Your body floating in the foreign air
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Your lovely hands reaching down from there
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Flow, white water, flow
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Clean on through
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Flow, white water, flow
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Me o'er to you
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And coming through the mist
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Into the calm and clear
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In the emerald gleam
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I can see you near
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Standing on the shore
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Glowing in the gloom
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And from your parted lips,
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A beautiful white bloom
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White Water, White Bloom
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| Sea Wolf |
