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
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Than to never've loved at all

That's what they say
A black heart is gonna pay for what's its don

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

Songwriter(s): Anne Preven, Drew Pearson
Copyright: Shigshag Music, Downtown Music Publishing International Inc, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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