| Like quarters cast on failed wishes
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| Like bottle caps, nights like this
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| Land tails up, rotten luck
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| I want to give up on my last wish
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| When you wish upon a bar
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| Like bottles smashed, shiny, worthless
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| That’s who we are at the bar’s end
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| The bottom sparkles all with wishes
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| See this one’s mine, so I’m taking it
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| When you wish upon a bar
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| Makes no difference who you are
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| You will always wind up on the floor
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| Next to all of your wishes from the night before
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| When all your wishes fail, yeah
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| Or those drunken wise tales?
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| Do you believe in those wishing wells?
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| When it’s finally run dry
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| It’s finally run dry |