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There's so many rivers to cross |
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But I can't seem to find my way over |
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Wandering, I'm lost |
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As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover |
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Many rivers to cross |
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And it's only my will that keeps me alive. |
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I've been hurt, washed up for years |
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But I mearly survive because of my pride |
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And this loneliness won't leave me alone, |
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It's such a drag to be on your own |
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My baby left, and she wouldn't say why, |
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Now all I do is cry... |
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I've got many rivers to cross |
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And it's only my will that keeps me alive |
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I've got so many rivers to cross, |
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Oh, so many rivers to cross... |
