Love takes time we all agree
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and time's not the easiest to cheat
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The water changes one degree
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When will the shiver
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of this river
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turn to sea
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The river does no good, no harm
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Tempts us like pirates to its calm
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Lover's shanty, devil's psalm
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Goddamn this river
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and its shiver
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and its charm
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If you've got love's A to Z
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Don't go dredging river bed
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Use your fins and use your head
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This river's hooked the floating dead
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Our lives go bounding down the stream
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When will we realise minnow dream
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The frustration eating you and me
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Our only wish
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to be the fish
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that meets the sea
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We cannot tell a he or she
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But us fish can tell a we
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We know the seed we know the tree
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When will my conker
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conquer thee
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If you've got love's A to Z
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Don't go dredging river bed
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Use your fins and use your head
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This river's hooked the floating dead
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The cheaper woman and myself
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We've both got ladders in our tights
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When you've been left on the top shelf
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You've got those ladders in your sights
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If you've got love's A to Z
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Don't go dredging river bed
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Use your fins and use your head
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This river's hooked the floating dead
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The cheaper woman and myself
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We've both got ladders in our tights
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When you've been left on the top shelf
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You've got those ladders in your sights
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You've got those ladders in your sights
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You've got those ladders in your sights
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The River
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The Beautiful South |