| 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 |