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 Where the river runs to black I take the schoolbooks from your pack Plastics, wire and your kiss The breath of eternity on your lips In the crowded marketplace I drift from face to face I hold my breath and close my eyes I hold my breath and close my eyes And I wait for paradise And I wait for paradise The Virginia hills have gone to brown Another day, another sun goin' down I visit you in another dream I visit you in another dream I reach and feel your hair Your smell lingers in the air I brush your cheek with my fingertips I taste the void upon your lips And I wait for paradise And I wait for paradise I search for you on the other side Where the river runs clean and wide Up to my heart the waters rise Up to my heart the waters rise I sink 'neath the river cool and clear Drifting down I disappear I see you on the other side I search for the peace in your eyes But they're as empty as paradise They're as empty as paradise I break above the waves I feel the sun upon my face
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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