Wishing Well

It cursed us all on our way home
 We passed the sights like passing 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
 A wish as far as I can tell
 Inside this dried up wishing well
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 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 bellyache 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
 'Til all your hard earned money's gone
 The dust and sand is what they sell
 The flashing lights and ringing bells
 A wish as far as I can tell
 Inside this dried up wishing well
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 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
 A wish as far as I can tell
 Inside this dried up wishing well