Down here everyone says that the River People don't really belong here.
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I know what it's like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier.
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People want your business and little more
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I've watched shadows lengthen from a closed door.
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Mountains wide, nothing is clearer to the River People than what the others try and hide.
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You spoke, pushed your chair back at the meeting and I could tell that you were petrified.
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You said the best people can suddenly oppose
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The sight of good will and then it arose.
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Two people, four people crossed the floor
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I saw children run, I wept amidst the uproar
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Around here your stranded face before moonlight, the color of the sea.
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You came up to the house after swimming on sunset and the flattened sea.
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The sky had opened, it had gone bust
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You and I watched the River People swim before us
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The sky had opened, it had gone bust
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You and I watched the river people swim before us
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You said the best people could suddenly oppose
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The sight of good will and then it arose.
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Two people, four people crossed the floor
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I saw children run, I wept amidst the uproar
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Down here . . .
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You came . . .
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The River People
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The Walkabouts |