| Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
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| You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
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| And you know that she's half crazy that's why you want to be there
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| And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
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| And just when you want to tell her that you have no love to give her
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| She gets you on her wavelength and lets the river answer
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| That you've always been her lover
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| And you want to travel with her
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| And you want to travel blind
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| And you think you'll may be trust her
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| For she's touched your perfect body with her mind
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| And Jesus was a sailor when He walked upon the water
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| And He spent a long time watching from a lonely wooden tower
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| And when He knew for certain only drowning men could see Him
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| He said, "All men shall be sailors then until the sea shall free them"
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| But He Himself was broken long before the sky would open
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| Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
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| And you want to travel with Him
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| And you want to travel blind
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| And you think you'll maybe trust Him
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| For He's touched your perfect body with his mind
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| Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
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| You can hear the boats go by you can spend the night forever
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| And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
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| And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
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| There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
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| They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever
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| While Suzanne holds the mirror
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| And you want to travel with her
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| And you want to travel blind
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| And you think maybe you trust her
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| For you've touched her perfect body with your mind |