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Ain't it a shame, babe How your words fall in an empty place No one to follow or to trace No wonder you are like you do Holding your change out You're wrapped up within all your cares The waitress is stacking the chairs And holding the notes to the tune And all your precious stones They won't help keep you afloat Don't say you ain't been told When this river rolls over you Haven't you heard, babe How the speechless are storming the stage Carrying the cards that you've made And lifting the tone of the room Ain't it the way how When the cavalier is blocking the road Resisting all things he's been told And luring us out to the moon And all the seeds you've sewn Under this weak creek and groan It's so hard to keep a hold When this river rolls over you From Letras Mania