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Coming out of my wishing well Only echoes lonely hear my prayers I?m coming around to bending My resistance been far too persistent I?ve come too far

In winter clothes You ain't got nothing You can't let go Now tell your mother You love her She already knows Now Costa Rica We got nothing to

I would shine just like a million suns if you'd just love me baby I'll be in your life again so baby, baby just say maybe Now here I come To dance around

There's just one thing There's just one thing That'll torture your soul, the grass will stain your clothes Until the bleeding heart hands you a rose

Baby ask your man if he would let you come along with me Or would he like that Tell him I won't keep you long As soon as our good times are gone I'll

I must confess this blood on my chest That I've made a great mistake, so cruel One, two, three there's an owl on me And I'm searching for the way it used

Skin's turning green, eyes are turning yellow The Doctor stays rich because I'm a sickly fellow Got the hypochondriac blues I need your medicine to soothe

If you took to me we could steal away Count the stars on the Milky Way And if you took to me I'd roll out the sails Both get in, catch the wind If you

Come get what you deserve Rolled up in your shirt Yellow's blowin' heat Purple takes a seat So carry it slow To the rattle of your rhythm and bones As