There's a dream that has no ending
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There's a love that cannot be
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There's a ghost without the chains of love
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Who will never ever be free
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And gather round the rich man
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Their own souls to sell
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Down in the darkness
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Of the wishing well
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There's a way to find peace
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That nobody cares to own
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The sacrifice that's needed
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May be way to close to home
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There's a charter of freedom
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Where the last soldier fell
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All in the darkness
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Of the wishing well
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There's a whisper of light
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Way above their desires
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While they sit in the dark
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And dream of bright skies
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What they wanted so bad
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Don't exist in it's place
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The idea of changing
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Is too hard to face
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Down in the darkness
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Of the wishing well
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So they sit at the bottom
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And they gaze with sad eyes
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That grow larger than envy
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Til they split at the sides
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And they sleep in the mess
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Of the last soul that fell
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Down in the darkness
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Oh, down in the darkness
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Of the wishing well
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Wishing Well
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| Chris Rea |
