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Wishing Well
03:04
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Feels like now I'm stuck in a furnace
Don't know what the concern is
Without you, love, I'm gasping into an open stove
Something tells me, something tells me
Send someone to see me off the
Wishing well, my little wishing well
And when I fell down, down, down
Into a living hell, a little kiss-and-tell
That dealt a round, round, round, round
'Till I lost and found you on the
Wishing well
Wishing well, oh no
My wishing well
Wishing well uh oh no
Oh by god, I'm out in the storm again
Don't know when I'll perform again
Without you, love, I'm making toast in an open tub
Something tells me, something tells me
Send someone to see me off the
Wishing well, my little wishing well
And when I fell down, down, down
Into a living hell, a little kiss-and-tell
That dealt a round, round, round, round
'Till I lost and found you on the
Wishing well
Wishing well, oh no
My wishing well
Wishing well uh oh no
Send someone to see me off the
Wishing well, my little wishing well
And when I fell down, down, down
Into a living hell, a little kiss-and-tell
That dealt a round, round, round, round
'Till I lost and found you on the
Wishing well
Wishing well, oh no
My wishing well
Wishing well uh oh no
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Ennui
03:06
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I took some medicine and called it off
I told a teenager to stop with the act
And I felt just like the saddest sack in Baltimore
Outside my tailor's with my head on the floor
But I looked the same: dumb and vain
Interested only in fabric and chic baby names
You treat your promises like diningware
They're never broken, they were just broken in
But they look the same: dull and plain
Tarnished, but charming enough to ascend to the mess hall
(Don't we all?)
The opposite of apollonian isn't appalling
"Life . . . At the Hop" pop apologists stopped being honest
Ennui, that shred of feeling put to sleep
That faulty miracle which could reach the stars
If it weren't for the ceiling
I don't miss the feeling
Someone's in the kitchen with an alibi
Still the same, dumb and vain
Tarnished, but charming enough to ascend to the mess hall
Ennui, that shred of feeling put to sleep
That faulty miracle which could reach the stars
If it weren't for the ceiling
I don't miss the feeling
That spark of fervor quarantined
That faulty miracle which could reach the stars
If it weren't for the ceiling
I don't miss the feeling
I don't miss the feeling
I don't miss the feeling
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Carol Cleveland Sings Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Carol Cleveland Sings is the psychedelic bedroom pop project of Thomas Hughes (Spinto Band, The Music Tapes) and Gretchen Lohse.
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