I met you in 82, over a crate of beer and not a few
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I cracked a can and so did you, we're going to change the world
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The ghetto kings of downside town-the estates and parks of our hallowed ground
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Doing anything that we found, and on the river flowed
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You'd take a drink from Rev. Jimmy Jones
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You'd cross the street on the path the gunman roams
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Thrown aside and left to waste, that was you - you knew your place
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Wander round, get off your face, and on the river flowed
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On and on the river flow - we are the undertow
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On and on the river flow - we are the undertow
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I don't know how you made it through all the smoke and brew you do
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It sure has left its mark on you but you're still with us today
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Life goes on and round we go and words can kill these things I know
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Sometimes you cut deeply so, but on the river flows
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You'd set the table for barber Sweeney Todd
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You'd clip the wings of any rising god
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But man can't live on hope alone, it can be cut all that is grown
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Broke your spirit but not your bones and on the river flows
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CHORUS
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You're working now - forced to the race
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I know it left a bitter taste
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But the rising tide had covered your face
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Nothing you could do
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But I still remember the day you said
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That the river flowing through my head
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Would take me far or leave me dead
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And all you said was true
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The Riverflow
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| The Levellers |
