

That wasn't a wishing wellOne day The sun was high as I recall I Being fed up, worn out and stretched too thin Took the remains Black and blue and more than a little singed Of that old heart of mine Stupid thing broke so long ago And threw it down a wellThat wasn't a wishing well
Then I walked away Wondering if I should have made a wish


Imagine We're RealPerhaps Another time Another place We could be realImagine We're Real
But for now Ill hold you Youll hold me And well pretend
Well imagine its true And we can be real For just this moment We can be real
Clockwork hand
Mushroom
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