she fell in love with a lover boy
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in the old days i would walk alone
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any other day not disturbing
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while the others roamed
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and i listened to her song
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but would walk on the other side
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we'd be lonely, blue and lonely
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then she fell in love with another one
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i was older now, and followed a path
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she had learned to be cool, to be caring
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and i thought i should say
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it's too much just to be
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but not enough for the life of me
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to be lonely, blue and lonely
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that's when the river ran dry
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that's when the river was all but a spill
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that's when the river ran dry
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every soul on the shore
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without sail, without will
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she said her saviour was soon to come
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from a long way, to bring back the girl he once knew
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to be true and all loving
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in the very best ways
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and i listened to her song
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but would walk on the other side
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we'd be lonely, blue and lonely
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that's when the river ran dry
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that's when the river was all but a spill
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that's when the river ran dry
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every soul on the shore
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without sail, without will
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if time were a second
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if life were a moment that once stood still
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i'd leave it untattered, untouched, until
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but it's too much just to be
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but not enough for the life of me
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to be lonely, blue and lonely
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she fell in love with a lover boy
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in the old days, i would walk alone
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any other day not disturbing
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and i listened to her song
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but would walk on the other side
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we'd be lonely, blue and lonely
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that's when the river ran dry
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that's when the river was all but a spill
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that's when the river ran dry
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every soul on the shore
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without sail, without will
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and i knew it before, and i do know it still
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the river
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The Verve Pipe |