Tom: C
Introdução: C
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On the morning news that brought me 'round
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They put the Oklahoma bomber down
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He might serve in heaven, might burn in hell
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But he's no more wishes at the wishing well
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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 when the building fell
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Ah, when they ran out of wishes at the wishing well
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Ah, lying on his back, eyes open wide
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And the prick of the needle and the silent slide
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And the Press lined up, with their stories to tell
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How there's no more wishes at the wishing well
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Today I rattled around this town
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Hands in my pockets, eyes cast down
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And the air as still as the steeple bell
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It was dry as a bone at the wishing well
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The thunderheads tower over the town
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I'll be warm and dry, when the sky falls down
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And we might get lucky, but you never can tell
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It was dry as a bone at the wishing well
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Ah, lying on his back, eyes open wide
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And the prick of the needle and the silent slide
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And the Press lined up, with their stories to tell
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How there's no more wishes at the wishing well
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On the morning news that brought me 'round
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They put the Oklahoma bomber down