| I thought about water
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| I thought about the roads late at night
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| I thought about drinking
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| I started to hope you were all right
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| And I thought about calling
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| But I was afraid you’d be asleep
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| I thought about God as a shepherd
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| Wandering the hills looking for lost sheep
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| And I thought about Wild Rosemarie
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| How that was who you used to be
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| How the wilderness sprang up around us
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| This dry desert heat
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| And I thought about water
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| I thought about honey
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| How I used to call you by its name
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| How you move so slow and sticky
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| Down my throat and how dry I became
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| I thought about the highways
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| All tangled up like a ball of snakes
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| And the poison back roads
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| And what a long time it would take to find you
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| Wild Rosemarie
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| All cracked up on I-93
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| The choice was your own
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| To strip flesh from the bone
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| And become really free
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| And I thought about water
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| How it drowned us after all
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| How we used to thirst for it
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| To burst forth from the sky and start to fall
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| And I just got scared
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| That you were still out wandering tonight
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| So here’s this letter
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| And I hope you made it back all right
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| Love always |