Rocky Votolato - Red River
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This is what life feels like on the ground
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I had a brother who was stationed up in
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Northern hill country though he never really came home
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We drove out east to red river to see the high waters flow
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That river was running just searching for an ocean
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The freedom we'd never know
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That feeling you get when the wind is blowing
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Like your whole life is starting over
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We made our peace there with a no man's land
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Where we come from
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Ive been searching for the waves to carry us all
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To the ocean we all came from
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Where well all be returned
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Ive been searching for the waves to carry us all
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To the ocean we all came from
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Where well all be disolved
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Into water
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Like the crippled animal running on broken legs that night
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His voice was splintering rising and falling
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To a fade of i'll never get out
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From spokane all the way across montana
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Then out to the blood reserve
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Black levis jacket knocking them
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Tears back on the bank of that river
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Underneath september skies inside the us border
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He made his peace there
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Just after his boots filled up with water
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Ive been searching for the waves to carry us all
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To the ocean we all came from
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Where well all be returned
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Ive been searching for waves to carry us all
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To the ocean we all came from
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Where well all be disolved
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The waves will wash away the misquided visions
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Glory in a battlefield, a thousand corpses
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Ive been searching for the waves to carry us all
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To the ocean we all came from
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Where well all be disolved
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?I am many waves our world?
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Red River
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Rocky Votolato |