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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 |