| Well through the window she comes
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| And through the window she comes
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| She got a little rope tied, tied to her leg
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| And where it leads to, I don’t know
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| But you can hand your babies up to the higher ground
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| And to the hairy one’s blessed upon the crown
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| I’m comin' down like a river in a cage
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| The monkey see, the monkey do
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| I’m comin' down like a river in cage
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| I’ll run my hands through you
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| And the walls begin to howl
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| And the walls begin to howl
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| For my lady run, nothing left but her scent
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| Oh gracious mother, oh gracious light
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| Speak to me inside your womb
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| Oh gracious father, hold me to the higher ground
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| So comin' down like a river in a cage
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| The monkey see the monkey do
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| I’m comin' down like a river in a cage
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| I’ll run my hands through you
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| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey
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| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey
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| I’m comin' down to what you say, hey, hey
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| I’m comin' down
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| And many dreams will be spoken
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| To walk along in your breath
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| And many freedoms chosen
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| To lift the law outta your bed
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| I’m comin' down, down to see the world
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| Tell em' that who am I
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| I’m comin' down, down to see the world
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| Tell em' that who am I
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| No, oh |