| 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 |