| And her hallway
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| Moves
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| Like the ocean
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| Moves
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| At the head of the river
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| At the source of the sea
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| Sitting here now in this bar for hours
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| Trying to write it down
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| Fitting in hard with harder to come
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| Trying to fight it
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| Down the river there’s a ship will carry you
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| Down river down stream
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| Down the river there’s a ship will carry the
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| Dream
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| Dream of the flood
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| Down the river there’s a ship will carry the
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| Dream of the flood
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| And her hallway…
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| As the water come rushing over
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| As the water come rushing in
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| As the water come rushing over
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| Flood… Flood…
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| Push the glass, stain the glass
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| Push the writer to the wall
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| It may come but it will pass
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| Some say we will fall
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| Dream of the flood…
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| Flood…
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| And her hallway…
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| Oh, maybe, in terms of surrender
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| On a backcloth of lashes and eyes
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| In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
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| And ashes and ashes and ashes and ashes
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| And ashes and ashes and lies…
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| And her hallway…
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| Like…
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| As the water come rushing in
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| As the water come rushing over
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| Sitting here now in this bar for hours
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| While these strange men rent strange flowers
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| I’ll be picking up your petals in another few hours
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| In the metal and blood, in the scent and mascara
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| On a backcloth of lashes and stars
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| In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
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| And ashes and ashes and secondhand passion
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| And stolen guitars
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| And her hallway…
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| As the water come rushing in
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| (Like the sea)
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| As the water come rushing over
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| (Dream of the flood)
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| In a flood of your tears, in sackcloth
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| And ashes and ashes
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| And ashes and ashes
|
| And ashes and ashes
|
| And ashes and ashes and lies…
|
| As the water come rushing in, rushing in
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| At the head of the river
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| At the source of the sea
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| And her hallway…
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| Like…
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| Flood… |