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yet another strange dream world/colonial-era themed song

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if i could count
every tear i cried
over you baby
the river is wide

wider than an ocean
with mountains at its side
you'd have to climb over
just to catch me in the wake of my own tide.

in a secret little room
behind a heavy hidden door
at the end of a hall off a fabled missing floor
in a ghost house

you'd have to wake in a dream
and take charge of where you are
to find the key to the room that keeps me.

like a fancy glass
i was made to break in your arms
you're the wrong road to take
off the map i get lost on.

don't say nothing bout the father's only son
he walked around proud from the day he
first was born
til he caught the front-line fire at the sound
of the bugle horn
it took the spark from his eye
so he put it in his gun
that's how the west was won
and how a young man learned then
about life.

it was 1492 and you grabbed my thick
white skin
like the wide plane in your hand
under your breath said "fools rush in"
but the gold was in the knowing....

you were the queen of england's lover
taking cover from the king
killing anything that crossed your path
waiting on her to beg you back.

like a paper tack
i was made to post your name
with the red of my blood
blue from a lack of breath
and the white's the part that you've erased.

but if i could count every tear i cried
over you baby the river is wide
wider than a mountain with rock cliff at its side
you'd have to be clever

just to venture off the peak
see from where my heart beats
my heart beats....

crying wider than a river
a river
a river alight alive and thirsty
who begs you to forgive her
who proves the only truth to seeks is mercy
crying wider than a river
a river alive alight and thirsty
who begs you to forgive her
who licks your wounds and everything
who proves the only truth to seek is mercy.

crying wider than a river
a river alight alive and thirsty
who begs you to forgive her
who licks your wounds and everything
who sings to you in shades and hues
of mercy.

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from Cupcakes. and radishes, released January 1, 2004
brad barr
andrew barr
leslie helpert
tim luntzel

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