| Emma Rae’s riding on a north-bound train
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| Spilling all that pain
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| On the plains of Dover
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| Emma Rae’s crying from a hot cell phone
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| She said she never felt so alone
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| This time the dream is over
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| Surely this is her darkest hour
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| I’ve even heard her talk about a higher power
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| Deep in her heart comes a tiny voice
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| And it says «hold on momma
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| 'Cause you’ve got one last choice»
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| Bring your dreams down to the river
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| And let the water wash all your dreams away
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| When the night comes, it will deliver
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| Through the darkness, your heart is gonna light the way
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| Old man standing on a soap box
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| He’s wearing wool socks
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| On the hottest day all year
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| Old man preachin' to the handful
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| With a head full
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| He says «the end is surely near»
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| Now, who among you even cares?
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| They’re turnin' circles into squares
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| But deep in his heart comes a tired voice
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| And it says «hold on daddy
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| You’ve got one last choice»
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| Bring your dreams down to the river
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| And let the water wash all your dreams away
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| When the night comes, it will deliver
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| Through the darkness, your heart is gonna light the way
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| Light the way, light the way
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| Through the darkness, your heart is gonna light the way
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| Light the way, oh light the way
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| Through the darkness, your heart is gonna light the way |