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| | A | G |
| Loo | king for t | he right kind, |
| | D | G |
| I | want to see your smile | through a pay phone, |
| | D | G | D | G |
| | Lights that shi | ne are caustic without | you. | |
| When we're all passed over, |
| The rhythm of the river will remain. |
| | G | A | D |
| It w | ill, it | will re | main. |