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Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight,
Its only at the turning point
That you find out how to fight.
In the cold, feel the cold all around
And the rush of crashing water
Surround me with its sound.
Striking out to reach you,
I cant get through to the other side.
When youre racing in the rapids
Theres only one way, thats to ride.
Taken down, taken down by the undertow
And Im spiralled down the river bed,
My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock thats firm,
Im waiting for John to be carried past.
We hold together and shoot the rapids fast.
And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep have no-one left to keep.
Hang on John! Were out of this at last.
Somethings changed, thats not your face.
Its mine!
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