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There's a dream that has no ending |
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There's a love that cannot be |
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There's a ghost without the chains of love |
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Who will never ever be free |
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And gather round the rich man |
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Their own souls to sell |
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Down in the darkness |
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Of the wishing well |
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There's a way to find peace |
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That nobody cares to own |
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The sacrifice that's needed |
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May be way to close to home |
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There's a charter of freedom |
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Where the last soldier fell |
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All in the darkness |
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Of the wishing well |
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There's a whisper of light |
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Way above their desires |
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While they sit in the dark |
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And dream of bright skies |
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What they wanted so bad |
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Don't exist in it's place |
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The idea of changing |
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Is too hard to face |
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Down in the darkness |
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Of the wishing well |
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So they sit at the bottom |
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And they gaze with sad eyes |
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That grow larger than envy |
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Til they split at the sides |
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And they sleep in the mess |
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Of the last soul that fell |
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Down in the darkness |
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Oh, down in the darkness |
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Of the wishing well |
