That Russian girl that works downtown at the bar
Rides her bicycle down a street freshly chipped and tarred
But she doesn't seem to mind
No she doesn't seem to care
And the wind blows through her hair like a river
She comes into my shop several times a week
With her headphones dripping with some Baltic beat
And she always orders the same thing
Yes she always orders the same thing
And the wind blows through her hair like a river
You better believe that
There is a river
Secretly flowing
Down under your boots
Under the sidewalk
The water is flowing
Keeping your secrets
Like what you had in your teeth
How you were feeling on Thursday
And what you got in your mailbox
The water remembers
Hydrogen doesn't forget
Cause we're all made of carbon
Like the ash in your bourbon
Like the lead in your pencil
Like the stars in the sky
And she always orders the same thing
She always orders the same thing
And the wind flows through her hair like a river
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