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All day I've faced the barren waste |
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With out the taste of water..... cool, water. |
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Ole Dan and I, with throats burned dry, |
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And souls that cry |
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For 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.... cool, clear water. |
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And with the dawn I'll wake and yawn |
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And carry on |
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To water.... cool, clear water. |
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The shadows sway and seem to say |
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Tonight we pray for water.... cool, clear water |
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And way up there He'll hear our prayer |
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And show us where |
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There's water.... cool, clear water. |
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Keep a-movin' Dan. Don't you listen to him Dan. |
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He's the devil, not a man. |
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He spreads the burnin' sand with water. |
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Say Dan can't you see that big green tree, |
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where the water's runnin' free. |
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It's waiting there for you and me |
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And water.... cool, clear water. |
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Dan's feet are sore he's yearnin' for |
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Just one thing more than water.... cool, clear water. |
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Like me I guess he'd like to rest |
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where there's no quest |
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For water.... cool, clear water. |
