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The Well, ancient waterways hidden from the deserts, fed families, thousand years or more, food was heaven sent, sunlight or sacrament, yeah, peace pair of now, no one was keeping score.

Well, some

Shoshone queen, fortune flaming kerosene,

guarded by Mahavi greens,

whose eyes like lantern shine.

Buried our laments,

deep within the panamance,

turned delusion in the sense.

Then she freed our minds.

We're flesh and bone, but not alone.

Like an old friend who'll call you on the phone, there's always more good things in store There's water underneath the desert floor

Well she forged me a knife in a furnace of eternal life

She said fortune be my wife everything between she said Don't search too hard turns up like a tarot card finds

you when you're off your guard said my shoshone queen well she danced across the dunes read the winds like

they were roos i could hear the ancient tune she sighed into the breeze

answered prayer for rain there the lightning silver vein cast away what doubts remain

said ablaze the trees we're flesh and born, but not alone

Like an old friend, he'll call you on the phone

There's always more good things in store

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