| You sit still inside a well where you wish all will be well
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| You’re silently dreaming what no tongue can ever tell
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| This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness
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| And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes
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| I once thought fame and romance could drag me out of hell
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| But they have only chained me here, in a lifelike prison cell
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| They are many, we are few
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| There’s not much that we can do
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| In a well of no hoping, there’s no point in hoping
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| In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping
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| This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness
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| And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes
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| They promised me paradise if I fell under their spell
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| Glazed-eyed passive citizens suit them very well
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| This is the well of loneliness, oh, this is the well of loneliness
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| And oh, of broken promises, where you have decided nothing changes.
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| Could these sleepers ever wake, or have we come too late?
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| They have done such a good job on them down there in the well.
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| They are many, we are few (I see no way up, I see no way out).
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| There’s not much that we can do (I see no way up, I see no way out).
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| In a well of no hoping, there’s no point in hoping.
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| In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping
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| In a well of no hoping, there’s no hope, there’s no point in hoping
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| Is there hope? |