It flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes
That's where i want to be
Flow river flow
Let your waters wash down
Take me from this road
To some other town
kids were not born yet
one morning
april (my month)
things changed
we could flow
graceful human beings
butterflying
anxiously
FREE
old were not ugly
drunks were not
cops were not
prisons were not
wind was not playing whispers
we cross the all wide UniVerse
dancing
portugal was in the path of freedom
but
things have changed
as always
Low
Down
Mean
politicians
always
so
i'll
follow
the flow
of
the
other river
one morning
april (my month)
things changed
we could flow
graceful human beings
butterflying
anxiously
FREE
old were not ugly
drunks were not
cops were not
prisons were not
wind was not playing whispers
we cross the all wide UniVerse
dancing
portugal was in the path of freedom
but
things have changed
as always
Low
Down
Mean
politicians
always
so
i'll
follow
the flow
of
the
other river
lonely dark words of me
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