Some saints have fallen from on high Through cold stained glass The fire's calling Crawling down the burning match Gold fires The wicked bells they crash No grave To save me from my haunted past Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow You can't find a way to take your heart And make it fly away So you can live another day without this pain Better to've loved and lost Than to never've loved at all That's what they say A black heart is gonna pay for what's it's done Way down Upon the cold, cold ground Come down The water's raging out Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow Hey man, I know where the river goes
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