I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
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By the standing pool where you drank me
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And filled me full of thirsty love
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And the memory of water?
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I wonder if a king still fishes there
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His back towards the burned-out air
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His laughing catches singing loud
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The memory of water
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Your taste is blood and ecstasy
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But I must drink you all alone
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You're freckled like a speckled egg
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A dove, but this bird has flown
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O stay with me sweet memory
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O stay with me
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I wonder if my rope's still hanging from the tree
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By the standing pool where you drank me
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As pain flows through me like champagne
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Of the memory of water
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The Memory Of Water
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| Marillion |
