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Capaldi-Mason |
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Everybody's standing in a lake, crying out for the rain |
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Hoping for a miracle to drive away the pain |
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And some are heavy with a thirst which burns their very soul |
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For no one sees direction when they're standing in a hole. |
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Big thirst on my head, oh Lord |
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Big thirst in my mouth |
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But I can see those green fields |
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Stretchin' to the South. |
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Some are walking in their graves, knowing it's no use |
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Beaten up for ignorance and treated with abuse |
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Oh God, I need your hand so bad, help me to get through |
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'Cause I know there's a place for me standing next to you. |
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Big thirst on my head, oh Lord |
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Big thirst in my mouth |
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I can see those green fields |
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Stretchin' to the South. |
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Everybody's looking up at the sky, waiting for a sign |
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Blind men leading blind men who're dragging on a line |
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People shooting at the sun, trying hard not to see |
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All the trouble in this world that's caused by you and me. |
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Big thirst on my head, oh Lord |
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Big thirst in my mouth |
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I can see those green fields |
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Stretchin' to the South. |
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Oh big thirst on my head, Lord |
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Big thirst in my mouth |
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I can see those green fields |
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Stretchin' to the South. |
