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All day I've faced a barren waste |
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Without the taste of water, cool water |
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Old Dan and I with throats burnt dry |
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And souls that cry for water |
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Cool, clear, water |
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Keep a-movin, Dan, don'tcha listen to him, Dan |
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He's a devil, not a man |
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And he spreads the burning sand with water |
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Dan, can ya see that big, green tree? |
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Where the water's runnin' free |
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And it's waitin' there for me and you? |
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It's water, cool, clear water. |
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The nights are cool and I'm a fool |
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Each star's a pool of water |
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Cool water |
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But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn |
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And carry on to water |
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Cool, clear, water |
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Keep a-movin, Dan, don'tcha listen to him, Dan |
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He's a devil, not a man |
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And he spreads the burning sand with water |
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Dan, can ya see that big, green tree? |
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Where the water's runnin' free |
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And it's waitin' there for me and you? |
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It's water, cool, clear, water |
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Cool, clear, water |
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Cool, clear, water |
