| Well I don’t think about anything too much
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| I don’t worry 'bout somethin' that I can’t touch… too much
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| And I don’t go around, puttin' other people down
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| I sleep fine when I lay my head down… lay it down
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| Now I can’t say what’ll come my way, baby
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| Only tomorrow will tell
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| I’m sittin' on a fence with my feet in the wishin' well
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| I don’t know where I’m goin' but I know where I’ve been
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| Had a lot of good times-made a lot of strange friends
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| (whoah what you gonna do when the well runs dry?)
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| Uh huh
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| Some lived hard and some were stolen
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| Some didn’t live at all-afraid to get broken
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| (Whoah what you gonna do when the well runs dry?)
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| Oh yeh
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| Now I can’t say what’ll come my way, baby
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| Only tomorrow will tell
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| I’m sittin' on a fence with my feet in the wishin' well
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| A wishin' well
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| Hush-a-bye baby don’t make another sound
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| Don’t you know that I ain’t never gonna let you down
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| (Whoah what you gonna do when the well runs dry?)
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| Let you down
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| Now I can’t say what’ll come my way, baby
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| Only tomorrow will tell
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| I’m sittin' on a fence with my feet in the wishin' well
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| I’m sittin' on a fence with my feet in the wishin' well
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| A wishin' well |