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[ti:Wishing Well] |
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[ar:The Airborne Toxic Event] |
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The Airborne Toxic Event - Wishing Well |
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Standing on a bus stop |
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Feeling your head pop |
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Out in the night |
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On the kind of night |
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Where you want to be out |
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On the street, on the street |
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Crawling up the walls |
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Like a cat in heat |
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And the air is thin |
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And it blows through your skin |
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And you feel like something |
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Is about to begin |
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But you don't know what |
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And you don't know when |
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So you tear at your hair |
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And you scratch at your skin |
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You wanna run away, run away |
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Just get on the ****ing train and leave today |
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And it doesn't matter where you spend the night |
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You just might end up somewhere in a fight, in a fight |
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Or caught in your room on a concrete shelf |
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Fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself |
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And you just wanna feel like a coin that's been tossed |
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In a wishing well, a wishing well |
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A wishing well, a wishing well |
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Well, you're tossed in the air |
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And you fell and you fell |
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Through the dark blue waters |
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Where you cast your spell |
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Like you were just a wish that could turn out well |
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So you stand on the corner |
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Where the angels sit |
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And you think to yourself, |
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"This is it, this is it, |
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This is all that I have |
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All I can stand |
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Is this air in my lungs |
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And this coin in my hand |
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That you tossed in the air |
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And I fell, and I fell |
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All the way to the bottom |
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Of the well, of the well |
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Like those soft little secrets |
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That you tell, that you tell |
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To yourself, when you think |
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No one's listening to, well" |
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And the walls spin |
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And you're paper-thin |
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From the haze of the smoke |
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And the mescaline |
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The threat of your brow |
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Under unmade sheets |
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In your ear with the noise |
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From the darkest streets |
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We ran far and wide |
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You screamed, you cried |
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You thought suicide was an alibi |
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But you were always a mess |
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You were always aloof |
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Yeah, it's awful, I guess |
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But it's the awful truth |
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It was truth from the first |
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To the last words that she read |
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And she emerged from the dark |
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Like a ghost in my head |
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She said, "I haven't forgot |
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Any words that you said |
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I just stare at the clocks |
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And I cry in my sleep |
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And I tear up your letters |
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And I burn them in heaps |
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And I gather the ashes |
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In that hole in the ground |
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Where we fell" |
