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The River

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  • Well, the river came to me, and it washed us all away.
    Someone is chasing me and noted where I used to stay.
    And I feel as I've been here many times before.
    As I kneel and I pick up the pieces on the floor.
    And you ask me in a voice, that is quiet, that is strong:
    "Tell me of a place where the living don't belong."
    I remember falling to the other side.
    I remember leaving my body behind.
    But the river pulled me away,
    Before I got a chance to say what I say.
    And under the jacket I did lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    I had visions often of rivers,
    No, I didn't know their names.
    I had visions, notwithstanding in the heart of it all.
    And you ask me to tell you:
    "Oh, what people might we become?"
    Tell me of the dying we have done.
    But the river pulled me away,
    Before I got a chance to say what I say.
    And under the jacket I did lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they came from nowhere.
    Oh, and under the river I stay.
    I won't get the chance to say what I say.
    Under the jacket, I will lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
  • Well, the river came to me, and it washed us all away.
    Someone is chasing me and noted where I used to stay.
    And I feel as I've been here many times before.
    As I kneel and I pick up the pieces on the floor.
    And you ask me in a voice, that is quiet, that is strong:
    "Tell me of a place where the living don't belong."
    I remember falling to the other side.
    I remember leaving my body behind.
    But the river pulled me away,
    Before I got a chance to say what I say.
    And under the jacket I did lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    I had visions often of rivers,
    No, I didn't know their names.
    I had visions, notwithstanding in the heart of it all.
    And you ask me to tell you:
    "Oh, what people might we become?"
    Tell me of the dying we have done.
    But the river pulled me away,
    Before I got a chance to say what I say.
    And under the jacket I did lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they came from nowhere.
    Oh, and under the river I stay.
    I won't get the chance to say what I say.
    Under the jacket, I will lay.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.
    And the Christmas lights, they come from nowhere.