| There’s a black river flowing
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| A poisoned stream
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| Out of nowhere it comes
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| And nowhere it leads
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| There’s no today, and no tomorrow
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| That river is fed
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| By the dark thoughts of those
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| That have a black heart inside
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| And I feel how I get close
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| To them myself, in all my sorrow
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| And the river starts dragging me in
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| Silently I watched and waited
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| Each and every night
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| You should have anticipated
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| That something was not right
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| Would you hold the line
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| In days like these my friend
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| Would you hold the line
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| Or would you cut it off at your end
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| Something crawls out of the river
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| Something crawls all over my skin
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| Something is trying to get hold of my heart
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| I’m losing my sense of direction
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| And I cannot remember
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| Anything but the world fading to grey
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| As the river is dragging me in
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| Silently I watched and waited
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| Each and every night
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| You should have anticipated
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| That something was not right
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| Would you hold the line
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| In days like these my friend
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| Would you hold the line
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| Or would you cut it off at your end
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| In a short clear moment
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| I force all my resistance
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| So I stretch out my hands to reach out
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| For the river’s bank
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| I’m not yet ready to go under
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| I’m not yet giving up
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| There still is a chance to find
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| Someone that’s worth
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| Taking any risk, and taking on any fight
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| That makes me put all of these sorrows aside
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| Sometimes it takes just a word
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| To save a life
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| So if you get to that river one day
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| You better take my advice
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| Don’t forget what I say
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| It’s not too late to turn around
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| So don’t let it drag you in
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| Would you hold the line
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| In days like these my friend
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| Would you hold the line
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| Or would you cut it off at your end
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| Would you hold the line |