| I never been to Cincinnati
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| Well maybe I’ll take some time to make that ride on the road to the west coast
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| Nor have I been to Salt Lake City
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| But I’m on my way to San Jose and don’t know when I’m coming home
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| I’ve been looking for the well
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| And I’m looking for the water
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| But in this city now
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| It’s all dust and mortar
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| I’ve been praying for the rainfall
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| Hoping for a small cloud
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| But this far from you, girl
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| I should expect a drought
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| I’ve never been this long without you
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| Over twenty-five hundred miles and forty hours with the fuel gauge in the red
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| You know I’m dying to be somebody
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| I wish you were here with me in the shotgun seat as we play these old cassettes
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| I’ve been looking for the river
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| As I’m headed to the ocean
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| But in this city now
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| The dry land is broken
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| I‘ve been searching for the answers
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| As I’m running from my doubts
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| But with the glass half empty
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| I should expect a drought
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| Oh-oh-oh, it’s gonna be a long dry summer
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| And you are my water
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| Oh-oh-oh, it’s gonna be a long dry summer
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| And you are my water |
| I never been to Manhattan
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| Well only one wintertime, on the low eastside, but I had no time to stop
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| We’re gonna go to New York City
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| I can’t wait ‘til I get home, you pack your clothes, and we’ll walk the
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| promenade
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| I’ve been looking for the well
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| And I’m looking for the water
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| But in this city now
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| It’s all dust and mortar
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| I’ve been praying for the rainfall
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| Hoping for a small cloud
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| I’m coming back to you, girl
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| And we’ll end this drought
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| Oh-oh-oh, it’s gonna be a long dry summer
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| And you are my water
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| Oh-oh-oh, it’s gonna be a long dry summer
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| And you are my water
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| It’s gonna be a long, long, long
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| A long dry summer
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| Mmmmm, you are my water |