(Lanegan)
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He wrote her name
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With the needle gun
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In black and blue
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Your eyes are stone she said
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Beautiful and dead
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And I wish you well
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I took a turn on this carousel
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How long ago now, I never can tell
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I never stopped to wonder
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Maybe a morning, maybe, a thousand years
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I only walk high wires
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Attend a needing
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The magnolia's dying
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Though I¢¥m coarse and primitive
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I wish love, lord
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I wish love could live, forever
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What I once saw burning bright as hell, now here comes that weird chill
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I don't stop to wonder
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Threaded her name
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Through the needle's eye
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As a frame
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Tied the ends and stitched it up
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And hung my head down and wept
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But I wish you well
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Who'll pray for the killer's sake
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I used to be so wide awake
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Like certain mornings
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That last a thousand hours
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Though I¢¥m coarse and primitive
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I wish love, lord
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I wish love could live forever
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I'm burning bright at hell, here comes that weird chill
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But I wish you well
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Your eyes are stone she said, truly beautiful and dead
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I wish you well
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I want to ride on this carousel
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But, I never really stopped to wonder
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Wish You Well
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| Mark Lanegan |
