| As I’m sittin' in the taxi for the sky
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| He’s off to slay some demon dragonfly
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| And he looks at me, that long last time
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| Turns away again and I waved goodbye
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| In an envelope, inside his coat
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| Is a chain I wore, around my throat
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| Along with, a note I wrote
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| Said «I love you but, I don’t even know why»
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| But darling, I wish you well
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| On your way to the wishing well
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| Swinging off of those gates of hell
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| But I can tell how hard you’re trying
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| Just have this secret hope
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| Sometimes all we do is cope
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| Somewhere on the steepest slope
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| There’s an endless rope
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| And nobody’s crying
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| Well a long night turns into a couple long years
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| Of me walkin' around, around this trail of tears
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| Where the very loud voices of my own fears
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| Is ringin' and ringin' in my ears
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| It says that love is long gone
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| Every move I make is all wrong
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| Says you never gave a damn for me
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| For anything, for anyone
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| But darling, I wish you well
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| On your way to the wishing well
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| Swinging off of those gates of hell
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| But I can tell how hard you’re trying
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| Just have this secret hope
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| Sometimes all we do is cope
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| Somewhere on the steepest slope
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| There’s an endless rope
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| And nobody’s crying
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| May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
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| And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
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| Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
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| Tonight where you might be laying your head
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| I wish you well
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| On your way to the wishing well
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| Swinging off of those gates of hell
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| But I can tell how hard you’re trying
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| Still have this secret hope
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| Sometimes all I do is cope
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| Somewhere on the steepest slope
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| There’s an endless rope
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| And nobody’s crying
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| Nobody’s crying
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| Nobody’s crying |