This is a song from the bottom of a well
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There are things down here
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I've got to try and tell;
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It's dark and light at the very same time,
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The water sometimes seems like wine.
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I learned some information way down here
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That might fill your heart and soul with fear;
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But don't you worry, no don't be afraid ...
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I¡¯m not in the magical mystery trade.
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My imagination begins to purr
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As things don't happen, they just occur.
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Softly crackling electrical smell,
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There's something burning at the bottom of this well.
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Sitting here alone I just have to laugh
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I see all the universe as a comfortable bath;
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I drown my body so my mind is free
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To indulge in pleasurable fantasies.
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There's something strange going on down here ..
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A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear.
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A vast corruption that's about to boil
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A mixture of greed and the smell of oil.
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This is a song from the bottom of a well
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I didn't move here, I just fell.
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But I'm not complaining, I don't even care
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'Cause if I'm not here, then it's not there.
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Song From The Bottom Of A Well
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Kevin Ayers |