There is a river that washes you clean
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There is a tree that marks the places you've been
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Blood that was spilled, although not your own,
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For all of your tears, are the wages for things you have done
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And all of those nights
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Spent alone in the darkness of your mind
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Give it up, Let go
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These are things you were never meant to shoulder
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There is a river that washes you clean
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There is a tree that marks the places you've been
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Blood that was spilled, although not your own
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For all of those tears, love will atone
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So, give up the right
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To control the waves that empty out your life
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Above wild skies
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Are the rays that break the shadows we design
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Give it up, let go
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These are things you were never meant to shoulder
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Give it up, let go
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There is a river that washes you clean
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There is a tree that marks the places you've been
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Blood that was spilled, although not your own
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For all of those things, love will atone
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I know the world can turn in different ways
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Most of the time, we're simply hanging on
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And under the signs of how we all behave
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We might find the place that we belong
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There is a river that washes you clean
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There is a tree that marks the places you've been
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Blood that was spilled, although not your own
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For all of these things, love will atone
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For all of those nights, that you cried all alone
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All of your tears, love will atone
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There Is A River
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Jars Of Clay |