I shook upon a bridge
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On a fault on the north ridge
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Where I placed a picture of you on my Etch-A-Sketch
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I give you now the river
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And it is too a river though
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You may not know
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That it is so
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And I do not suspect
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It's the kind that you'd expect
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In this respect
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It's concrete and cats
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Like Egypt was
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I'm on a three day binge
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On the lunatic fringe
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Palm Desert to the Valley of the Antelope
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Where you wore colognes
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Made of human pheromones
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And I only want to stay inside your envelope
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I'll take you to the river
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And it is too a river though
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You may not know
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That it is so
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I give you now the river
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Not the kind that you'd expect
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In this respect
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It's concrete and cats
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Like Egypt was
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I'm on a three day binge
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On the lunatic fringe
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From Riverside all the way to Livermore
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Where the scent she makes
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Will now emanate
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Until everyone in range
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Collapses to the floor
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And men will toil
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In suits of foil
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As they explain that this girl
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Was anointed with an oil
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I give you now the river
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And it is too a river though
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You may not know
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That it is so
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And I do not suspect
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It's the kind that you'd expect
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In this respect
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It's concrete and cats
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Like Egypt was
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Like Egypt was
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Like Egypt was
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Like Egypt Was
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Michael Penn |