I will work with you
I will stay true
I will follow you
I will stay real cool
When the ice starts to melt
The rivers rise
It’s not your fault baby
When your mother cries
When your mother cries baby
It’s just the changing tides
My dreams are drifting away from me
My dreams are slipping southwardly
I can’t see them
Through the clouds in my head
I can’t see them
Through my eyes turning red
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