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Lay a hand Upon the water Well within, well within
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Wash away To fair morrow Ride ahead, ride ahead
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Make your mark Upon the rock For another one
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Ashes tell tales Fire gives faith
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Burn it up burn it up Burn it up burn it up
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She would waste not, not in struggle
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No other shall there ever be
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And what she is to love, listen oh my brother
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Is as the wind to mercury
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Don't you pray Of a heartless town
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Or you'll be forced to flee
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Don't you live In a soulless city
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Or you'll have to leave
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You don't need No place of birth
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Hither to come home
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Many a night Were you ready for your bed
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But your bed not ready for you
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She would give of herself
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And ask not return or eternity
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And what she'd offer, listen oh my brother
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Is as the wind to mercury
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And she'd hold not, of another man
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No other shall there ever be
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And whom she would hold
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Listen oh my brother
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Is as the wind to mercury
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| Harry Connick, Jr |
