Lead you over to the water,
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Said "Hold it down until it does not breathe."
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Tried drowning it on dry land for too long,
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But it was not supposed to be.
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This recklessness might kill you,
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But I know you would miss it if it died.
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This recklessness is not a curse,
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It's just the old convictions runnin' out of time.
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Pass me on over,
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Let it pass me by.
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We'll keep on movin',
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Leave this shit behind.
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Take all our money,
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but ya know we'll never quit.
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Pass me on over,
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But don't pass,
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Me back to this.
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Birds on empty watertowers,
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Owned it all but did not own a thing.
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Prisoners of dry land for to long,
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Until only our love remained.
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By this river, we laugh loud
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And leave for dead what we cannot explain.
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Head out to the hiding place,
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Covered in the strong arms of the aspen trees.
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Pass me on over,
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Let it pass me by.
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We'll keep on movin',
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Leave this shit behind.
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Take all our money,
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but ya know we'll never quit.
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Pass me on over,
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But don't pass,
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Me back to this.
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Pass Me On Over
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| The Walkabouts |
