| Look at me, look at you
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| Searching for the purest blue
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| It’s a thirst so hard to quench
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| And we’re waiting
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| And we’re waiting
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| And we’re wating
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| Occasional showers never drench
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| We’re waiting for the flood
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| Take a glimpse behind the veil
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| Set you sights upon the grail
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| Then have it taken from hands
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| And you’re waiting
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| And you’re waiting
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| And you’re waiting
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| All your colours turn to pale
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| Seems all that we get here are showers
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| Take a look at all the flowers
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| Relying on the showers
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| For their life’s blood
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| For their life’s blood
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| For their life’s blood
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| Bet that water sure tastes good
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| We’re waiting for the flood |