| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| I’m sitting, looking at this road
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| Looks like it’s getting longer
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| I’ve been carrying a heavy load now
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| And I’m praying for some water
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| I’m looking down this road
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| And my heart is getting weaker
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| I’m down on my sore knees
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| And I’m praying for some water
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| There are storm clouds overhead
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| Colored thundery blue like lead
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| And their battering against the hill
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| Till the water starts to swell
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| I see storm clouds ahead
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| And what will we do then?
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| Build shelters from the rain
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| Heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy, heavy rain
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| And it is real and it is old
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| And it’s been flowing through my bones
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| They’ve been poisoning our streams
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| They’re polluting all our oceans
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| And I hope we get to learn before
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| The Heaven’s Gates pour open
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
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| One, two, three, four |