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The weatherman, he looks confused Shakes his fist at the sky, like you used to do But you don′t remember things like that, do you? The balance was uneven, but I'm breaking through Slow rivers run cold Shallow waters never sank so low I thought I′d drown, and you'd never know, you're a Slow river and you run so cold The winter here don′t believe in God The bitter wind just bites through me, like a wild dog I still see your eyes tonight like headlights through the fog But one foot in your door, oh, that′s all I ever got Chances are you′ll reappear Swim my way in a flood of tears No place to hide your conscience, so You're a sinking ship with no place to go |
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