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G B C
George, another pint of winter warmer,
G B C
See the bubbles rising, that's not right now,
G B C
Cans and bottles and the guilt of the disposer,
A G
I was never one for preaching,
A G
You never know who you're reaching,
A C D (E) G C
But now I seem to do it most of the time,
B C
Down in the Well (x2)
B C G
Down in the well I hold forth.
Do I stand beneath a falling building,
Like some 1920's window cleaner?
Just an architect created pancake.
I was never one for running,
Ther's always something coming,
Wherever you hide it always finds you asleep,
Down in the well I sweet dream.
Down in the well I remain.
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