| And our land is so terribly dry
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| And we’ve seen no crop
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| Without the raindrops
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| And only the weeds will survive
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| And keep our seeds from thriving
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| Will we ever see the spring?
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| I’ve got my eye on you
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| And these eyes have a plan…
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| (These eyes have a plan…)
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| I’ve got my eyes on you
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| And they weep and you stay
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| Now, won’t you please grow for me?
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| And I swore I’d never leave your side
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| But I’m exhausted;
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| I need my rest
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| And even when I close my eyes
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| All these tears continue
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| And they will find their way to you
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| I’ve got my eye on you
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| And these eyes have a plan…
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| (These eyes have a plan…)
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| I’ve got my eyes on you
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| And they weep and you stay
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| Now, won’t you please grow for me?
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| I thought I’d never see the day
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| When the clouds would roll away;
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| In pain and suffering
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| Bring the rain!
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| Bring the spade!
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| And don’t cry for me, dear
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| I’m alive, and I’m right here!
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| I missed you so damn much then
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| With no garden to tend |