Stop
By the babbling brook
Let the water run by
A long-winded river
Sayin nothin
Can a story be told
When nobody knows
That two boys died that day
Ooooo the swimmin hole
Oooo the water knows
Who was lost, that little river
Call to arms among the paper (?)
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that little river
There are bones
In the walls of our world
Remindin us that this town
has its turn
can a story be told
when this pride's gettin old
A bullet boared into their blood (?)
Ooo the swimmin hole
Oooo the water knows
Who was lost, that little river
A call to arms among the paper
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that little river
I'll write it
Write it down over and over
Who was lost, that little river

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