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The river is the holy ghost Aquatic master of the theory of flow And well well, when my well had gone dry Hey then you come along And lift a cup up to my teary eye Ain't it a shame how the rain got stuck up in the willow tree? And it never found it's way on down to me I think of a scenario of you and the stereo And now the sun pours through the window to the right And now the sun pours through the window and it's alright Hey now the sun comes through the window and it's alright Ain't it a shame how the rain got stuck up in the willow tree? And it never found it's way on down to me You come at me in stereo I took you in and let her go And now the sun comes through the window to the right Hey now the sun comes through the window and it's alright (x3) From Letras Mania