| Sun beats down on this thirsting land
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| Burning my will away
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| It’s many a mile from the eastern shore
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| And the hope I felt that day
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| We crossed the sea from the old country
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| To the promised land we came
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| Then we headed west on a thankless quest
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| To the place we staked our claim
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| Now the eagle that’s circling overhead, he
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| knows my name
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| 'Cause the only thing plentiful here is the
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| dust on the plain
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| Until God brings the rain
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| Wasn’t always this way, back in the day
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| All life sprang from this ground
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| But like a slow-burning curse every year’s
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| gotten worse
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| So someday it must turn around
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| As the wagons are rolling on out they call
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| me insane
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| But I’m not gonna let this land break me,
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| I’ll be staying
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| Until God brings the rain
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| God help me
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| Don’t you forsake me this way
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| Am I nothing to you?
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| How much suffering
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| must I stand in your name?
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| I’m only asking for rain
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| The sun sits high in a cruel blue sky
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| Mocking me every day
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| Last night I cried when a storm passed by
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| About fifteen miles away
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| In a dream I saw the coast once more
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| And I walked into the sea
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| I’d have been happy to die as that moment
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| passed by
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| But I woke to this misery
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| And the way things are going
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| I don’t know how much more I can take
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| I’m no kind of quitter but how long can any
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| man wait
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| How long must I wait
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| Until God brings the rain? |