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And I feel as if I am looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down

Oh all the days
That I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that�s blacking out the sun
My train will come
Some one day soon
And when it comes I�ll ride it bound from night to noon

Excerpt from Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well – Mike Doughty

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