Tide slack, a summer low
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Sunlight catch the golden narrows
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They¡¯re rising on the flood
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For the chartreuse and the blood red this time
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This time I know
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And with all my heart left to faith
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I cast my luck into the water and I pray
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for all my scars and my intuition
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To see me through this
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I¡¯ve never been fishing like this before, anyway
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Now the summer run comes through the straight
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And I cast my luck into the river and I wait
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With all my years and my inspiration
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To see me through with a little bit of patience this time
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This time I know
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Now the river runs summer slow
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Sunlight cast won¡¯t catch the rainbow
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rising on the river bend
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And with all of my hard luck to face
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I cast my thoughts out onto the lake
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With all my stars and my inner vision
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To see me through
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Won¡¯t see me fishing like this anymore
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And it gets hard to find the time for this now anymore, anyway
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Here we are the sun
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And the rain
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In the the rain we go
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We are all the same
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We know
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We know
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At the start of it
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was a spark
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in my hands
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And my heart
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became the tight line
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And the weight of it
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The wait of it
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And I¡¯ve waited
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most of my life for this
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And The Be Mine!
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Be mine.
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Tide slack
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A summer low
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Sunlight catch the golden narrows
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Rising on the flood again
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Narrows
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Said The Whale |