| So you want me to drench a desert
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| Bad water is all I’ve got
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| You ask me to imbue the poor
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| Bad water is all I’ve got
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| So you want to perceive your life?
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| Bad water is in your mind
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| Joy will never fill your heart
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| Red water turns into the tar
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| I am a cracked jar
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| Bad water‘s running through my eyes
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| I leak! |
| It burns!
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| But still I can be refilled —
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| It returns…
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| It kills a seed, kills a breed
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| Smothers everything we need
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| Plugging our pores up
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| Flakes of salt drag to the start…
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| Our lips are dry from constant cry
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| Our mouths are made of chalk and sand
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| If only we took one last sip
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| Backwater carried away for a final trip
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| The sky is a cracked jar
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| Bad water’s running through the clouds
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| It leaks! |
| It burns!
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| But still it can be refilled
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| It returns…
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| Until we wash our feet in a creek
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| Until we spit in a cup and then drink
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| Till we curse upon the sea
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| Until the land can’t shed a single tear…
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| Bad water is all we will be… |