We got nowhere to go and no home that’s left The water is rising on a river turning red It all might be OK or we might be dead If everything we’ve got is slipping away I meant what I said when I said until my dying day I’m holding on to you, holding on to me
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We got nowhere to go and no home that’s left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be OK or we might be dead
If everything we’ve got is slipping away
I meant what I said when I said until my dying day
I’m holding on to you, holding on to me