| This is a song from the bottom of a well
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| There are things down here I’ve got to try to tell
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| It’s dark and light at the very same time
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| And the water sometimes seems like wine
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| I learned some information way down here
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| That might fill your heart and soul with fear
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| But don’t you worry, no, don’t be afraid
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| I’m not in the magical mystery trade
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| My imagination begins to purr
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| As things don’t happen, they just occur
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| Softly crackling electrical smell
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| There’s something burning at the bottom of this well
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| Sitting here alone, I just have to laugh
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| I see all the universe as a comfortable bath
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| I drown my body so my mind is free
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| To indulge in pleasurable fantasies
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| There’s something strange going on down here
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| A sickening implosion of mistrust and fear
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| A vast corruption that’s about to boil
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| A mixture of greed and the smell of oil
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| This is a song from the bottom of a well
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| I didn’t move here, I just fell
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| But I’m not complaining, I don’t even care
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| 'Cause if I’m not here, then it’s not there |