Wishing well runs wet and dry
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I wish for things I never had
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Surrounds and wells up in my eyes
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The screaming voice, it lies
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Wishing well gets someone's attention
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Every wish you ever had
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In a day of nights, in the darkest of light
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Sits and cries, watch the lies
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Could you give me a wish if I tell you what I want?
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Will the price be no object?
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I wish for dreams of light
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I live for wishing well surprise
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Deepest light, the secret lies
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Wishing well gives you all that you desire
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Homes and trains, and the greenest of plains
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That you ever happened upon
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The silent wish, it calls you out
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Calls you out by name
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Lays upon the plain, on the mountain high
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City lights, wish delights
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What if the waters and wishes appear?
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Will the price be no object?
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I wish for dreams of light
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I live for wishing well surprise
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Twist and shape on the winding twine
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Around the spindle winds
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Wish again, four times again
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Four wishes deep into the well
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There's a price to pay for a wish to come true
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Trade a small piece of your life
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Roots in the soil, uprooting the soil
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Mountain high, the mountain high
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The wish is only to speak a kind
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Kind of word, so benign absurd
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The well, three wishes run dry
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Wishing well is dry
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When no grass grows, the weeds run in line
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Wish three wishes, three wishes run dry
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Wishing Well
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| Bob Mould |
