| There’s an eagle, and he keeps on flying
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| Over the mountains capped in white snow
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| In green valleys lonesome people trying so hard
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| To tell each other what they think they know
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| With greedy hands they take each others money
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| Just to buy back this helpless place
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| In this land of flowing milk and honey
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| We wander thirsty in the rain
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| Thirsty in the rain
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| Just like that eagle, now my soul is flying
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| Over the valleys in the crimson morning sky
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| And there don’t seem to be no use in struggling so hard
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| And there don’t seem to be no reasons why
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| But I must fight you for a rich man’s money
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| So I can buy back this helpless place
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| Seems so useless and somehow funny
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| To be thirsty in the rain
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| Thirsty in the rain
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| Fare thee well, now my own true lover
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| My face you will never see here no more
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| But there is one promise that is given
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| That I will meet you on that shiny golden shore
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| Golden shore, love where the eagles soar so high
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| Above the fruitful plain
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| I’m the same friend that you knew when
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| We wandered thirsty in the rain |
| Thirsty in the rain |