Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear Sing clearly, the path of the arrow is near The river will dry up every year The sun should drink every last tear It flows above the caskets lear So lay down, next to your brother And go blind Walk slowly, the rest of your life, my dear How lovely, the ghost of the river draws near Keep moving, let faith pour out in blood from ear to ear Burn your money, remember it does you no good round here The river will dry up every year The sun should drink every last tear It flows above the caskets lear So lay down, next to your brother And go blind Who stole my soul, I may never know Who stole my soul, I may never know Oh, Who stole my soul? Who stole my soul, I may never know Who stole my soul, I may never know Oh, I may never know
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