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(Nick Reynolds) [Chorus:] The river is wide I cannot see. Nor do I have light wings to fly. Build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row, my
A little less innocence His morals aren?t so well defined You?re here again, the rush beings A line of joy and suicide. I can?t find the words to say