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11. Wishing Well
Thanks Tisha for help on this song!
It cursed us all
On our way home
We passed the sights
Like passin stones
And I will never go back there again
The tourists and the army men
The prostitutes this evening
Will start to sink under my skin
The dust and sand is what they sell
The flashing lights and ringing bells
Our wish as far as I can tell
Inside this dried up wishing well
He is the shrieks
I am the fear
That yelling man
Rings in my ears
Out of his mind
He's my conscience
Hour after hour
Pill after pill
He is my belly ache
I've taken so much medicine to kill
I know there's something wrong
Cause this night just drags on and on
The clock still says it won't be long
Till all your hard earned money's gone
And dust and sand is what they sell
The flashing lights and ringing bells
Our wish as far as I can tell
Inside this dried up wishing well
And I will never go back there again
The tourists and the army men
The prostitutes this evening
Will start to sink under my skin
The dust and sand is what they sell
The flashing lights and ringing bells
Our wish as far as I can tell
Inside this dried up wishing well
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