Lyrics Wishing Well - Phantom Planet
                                                It 
                                                cursed 
                                                us 
                                                all 
                                                on 
                                                our 
                                                way 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                passed 
                                                the 
                                                sights 
                                                like 
                                                passing 
                                                stones
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                go 
                                                back 
                                                there 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                tourists 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                army 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prostitutes 
                                                this 
                                                evening
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                sink 
                                                under 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dust 
                                                and 
                                                sand 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flashing 
                                                lights 
                                                and 
                                                ringing 
                                                bells
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                wish 
                                                as 
                                                far 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                this 
                                                dried 
                                                up 
                                                wishing 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                shrieks 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                the 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                yelling 
                                                man 
                                                rings 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                ears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                his 
                                                mind 
                                                he's 
                                                my 
                                                conscience
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hour 
                                                after 
                                                hour 
                                                pill 
                                                after 
                                                pill
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                is 
                                                my 
                                                bellyache 
                                                I've 
                                                taken 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                medicine 
                                                to 
                                                kill
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                there's 
                                                something 
                                                wrong
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                this 
                                                night 
                                                just 
                                                drags 
                                                on 
                                                and 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                clock 
                                                still 
                                                says 
                                                it 
                                                won't 
                                                be 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                hard 
                                                earned 
                                                money's 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dust 
                                                and 
                                                sand 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flashing 
                                                lights 
                                                and 
                                                ringing 
                                                bells
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                wish 
                                                as 
                                                far 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                this 
                                                dried 
                                                up 
                                                wishing 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                go 
                                                back 
                                                there 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                tourists 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                army 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prostitutes 
                                                this 
                                                evening
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                start 
                                                to 
                                                sink 
                                                under 
                                                my 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dust 
                                                and 
                                                sand 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flashing 
                                                lights 
                                                and 
                                                ringing 
                                                bells
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                wish 
                                                as 
                                                far 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                tell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                this 
                                                dried 
                                                up 
                                                wishing 
                                                well
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 California - Tchad Blake Mix
2 Do The Panic - Live
3 Always On My Mind
4 Lonely Day
5 One Ray of Sunlight
6 Anthem
7 In Our Darkest Hour
8 Turn Smile Shift Repeat
9 Hey Now Girl
10 Nobody's Fault
11 All Over Again
12 Wishing Well
13 Something Is Wrong
14 The Guest (Value Added Version)
15 California (Live)
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