I took my bucket down to the well
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There's a (desert?) woman, sweet mystery
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She let the rope fall down in the well
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Like it was meant to be
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She put the jug upon her head
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Walked with her back to the wind
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I followed her tracks the moment she said
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"Why don't you come in?"
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chorus:
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She killed the light, she dropped her glove
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She said "Are you looking for trouble
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Or looking for love, love, love?"
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I woke in the morning dying of thirst
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Headed straight back to the well
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There she was with a jug on her head
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The rope had just fell
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The well in her eyes was deep and black
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With no question or answer
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She wiped my brow and I followed her back
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To the Tropic of Cancer
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chorus
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The Well
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| The Band |
