Wednesday, July 05, 2006

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me to the river tonight
Down to the river
my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride.
"the river"
By : Bruce Springsteen

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