Underneath where finds me
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all the brothers are gone
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I can see the passing refugees
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Flowing
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They are flowing
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Nobody saw it get to my head
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no, they can't find me
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calling loud in the dark ravine
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Flowing
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Oh, I am flowing
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Flowing back the village river bed
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as the water flows underneath my head
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All the brothers have gone back overseas
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girlies pass me by
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I had the meanest heart you've ever seen
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Flowing
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Oh I'm flowing
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If I could crawl out of this yawning earth
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go find Suzy-Boo
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we'd smoke gold in the dreamland too
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Flowing
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We are flowing
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Flowing by my river to the sea
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by my mean old spirit in the trees
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I turned my face to the sound above
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no, they can't see me
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old bones, just food for the trees
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Flowing
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Oh, I'm flowing
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There was lies and fires in the hills
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down the living streets
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their smoke blows back my memories
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Flowing
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Oh, I'm flowing
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Flowing down river to the sea
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flowing mean old bones in the stream
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If these bones could ever sail a while
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for an extra mile
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they'd flow just like the river Nile
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Flowing
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They are flowing
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Flowing
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