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River
there are no starts in the city
Here there is no telephone in the trees
Beautiful days all on the waters
And all I can do is write you a letter
River
It's cold here in the morning
Later, I can see it in your eyes
Wild and white we follow the canyon
quiet at night we stare at the skies
Leaving you now will never change me
But in a way will just change the view
All I can see is the highway
River
You'll carry me through the fire
Maybe you'll drown me in your arms
But if I die fast it won't be like dying
When I rise again the ashes are gone
Leaving you now will never change me
But in a way will just change the view
All I can see is the highway
All I can see is you