Gathered by the riverside
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the current pulls 100 years
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each way
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savin' souls and singin' songs
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They beg and smile, but
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murder just the same
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watch me slip into the trees
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breakin' brush past darkness
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and the cold
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gray crosses mark the ridge
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reached her grave and fell
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down in the snow
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that's when I dreamed
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that I was Rebecca Wild
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that's when I dreamed who she was
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who she was
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Rebecca stood in the union hall
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said: "your hands are weak from
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holdin' on too strong"
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that was the lost night she ever spoke
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a company man, he drove
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her off the road
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that's when I dreamed that
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I was Rebecca Wild
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that's when I dreamed who she was
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who she was
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that's when I dreamed that
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I was Rebecca Wild
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that's when I dreamed who she was
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last night I dreamed that
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I was Rebecca Wild
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last night I dreamed who she was
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Rebecca Wild
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Rebecca Wild
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The Walkabouts |