Ten miles to save my name
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Steel crosses cold as stone
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Looking like a gambler throwing coins away
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I'm feeling so displaced
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You're painting candy on my faith
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You're so convincing I am so ashamed
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Riverrun softly through the hands of people without toys
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Riverrun boldly through Vanity Fair
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Riverrun cold
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Riverrun slow
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Riverrun free with the wind in your hair
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Life from the turn of the stairs
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I've felt the mountain rain
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I've seen it nurse a thousand veins
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I've watched the rivulets of silent grace
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But now my memory strains
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To wash its hands in muddy streams
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As I sit fishing by a dying tree
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It's hard to know your place
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Look down and people call you brave
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Look up and people tell you what to say
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Don't throw my words away
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Don't even try to paraphrase
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Some words are spoken best from broken frames
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Riverrun
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Wild Strawberries |