| :Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
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| You can hear the boats go by
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| You can spend the night beside her
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| And you know that she’s half crazy
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| But that’s why you want to be there
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| And she feeds you tea and oranges
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| That come all the way from China
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| And just when you mean to tell her
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| That you have no love to give her
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| And she gets you on her wavelength
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| And she 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 know that she will trust you
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| For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind
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| And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
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| And he spends a long time watching
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| From his lonely wooden tower
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| And when he knew for certain
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| Only drowning men could see him
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| He said all men would be sailors then
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| Until the sea shall free them
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| But he himself was broken
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| Long before the sky would open
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| Forsaken, almost human
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| He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
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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’ll trust him
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| For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind
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| Now Suzanne takes your hand
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| And she leads you to the river
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| She’s wearing rags and feathers
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| From Salvation Army counters
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| And the sun pours down like honey
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| On our lady of the harbor
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| And she shows you where to look
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| Among the garbage and the flowers
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| There are heroes in the seaweed
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| There are children in the morning
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| They are leaning out for love
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| 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 know that she will trust you
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| For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind |