Running along the rocks of the river
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And the water's as cold as the snow
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The man is chasing behind me
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And I can't afford to falter or slow
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I find solace in what we believe
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Or the hush of a cool gentle rain
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But there's something we love in the mystery
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Of a man in the midst of a change
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She laughed and said I was going nowhere
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'Cause it's nowhere that she's ever been
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When I get to that place she'll remember my face
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And say "Hey man, I knew him when he was younger"
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But she never loved me at al
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She laughed when I was in pain
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'Cause there's something that we are all frightened of
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In the man in the midst of a change
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Out on the roof to inquire of the sky
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The existence of ghosts in my life
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Who's to blame you or I?
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No one would answer me
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They just stared with the weight of the world I pretend not to feel
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The windmill is poised for the battle
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But the fool understands not the game
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He believes in his mission, predestined position
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Amazing the grace of her name
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Oh he loves her now as he loved her then
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Rocinante rememebers the days
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When I whistled and sat waiting patiently
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With the man in the midst of a change
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Running along the rocks of the river
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With the freedom to step where I choose
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Though I can't stop to rest I like traveling best
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And besides, I've got nothing to lose from it
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I find solace in all the extremes
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In pleasure as well as in pain
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I just wish he would let me explain to you
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The man in the midst of a change
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Ghosts
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Gary Jules |