Doing the work
We first met each other
When we were both doing the work
You were covered in blood
I was up to my mouth in shit
When we were both doing the work
You were covered in blood
I was up to my mouth in shit
Living within spitting distance
I didn't extend my hand
From time to time
We'd meet at the same impasse
I didn't extend my hand
From time to time
We'd meet at the same impasse
Years pass amazingly
We're still doing the work
Bumping into each other
In a quickly moving current
We're still doing the work
Bumping into each other
In a quickly moving current
Almost by chance
In front of the rapids
We enjoy a little picnic together
There on a rock by the bank
In front of the rapids
We enjoy a little picnic together
There on a rock by the bank
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