Tonart: Gb major
Verse 1
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In the morning news
they brought me round
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They put the Oklahoma bomber down
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He might serve in heaven,
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I should feel compassion, I know I should
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I don't know if his dying does any good
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But he was good as gone
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Or when they ran out of wishes
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All lying on his back, eyes open wide
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And the prick of the needle
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And the press lined up
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with the stories to tell
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How there's no more wishes
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at the wishing well
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Today I rattled around a stone
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Hands in my pockets, eyes cast down
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And the air I still is a steeple bell
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It was dry as a bone at the wishing well
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And if thunderheads tower over the town
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I'll be warm and dry
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when the sky falls down
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And we might get lucky,
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It was dry as a bone at the wishin' well
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Lyin' on his back, eyes open wide
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And the prick of that needle
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in the silent
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with their stories to tell
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Oh, there's no more wishes
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at the wishing well
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On the morning news that
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They put the Oklahoma bummer down
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