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The Well - The Band
I took my bucket down to the well
There's a woman sweet mystery
She let the rope fall down in the well
Like it was meant to be
She put the jug upon her head
Walked with her back to the wind
I followed her tracks the moment she said
Why don't you come in
She killed the light
She dropped her glove
She said Are you looking for trouble
Or looking for love love love
I woke in the morning dying of thirst
Headed straight back to the well
There she was with a jug on her head
The rope had just fell
The well in her eyes was deep and black
With no question or answer
She wiped my brow and I followed her back
To the Tropic of Cancer
She killed the light
She dropped her glove
She said Are you looking for trouble
Or looking for love love love
