Intro: Last line... Do your wishing well

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When I was a little boy, my grandma said to me;
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Son you won't find wishes growing on a candy-apple tree.

They aren't up in the stars above, you'll find them in yourself.
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And when you do your wishing son, do your wishing well.

                                                                                                            
She said, "Don't go wasting wishes, on things that you don't need
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Candy toys and money's just another name for greed.
                                                                                                            
Spend your wishes wisely, on happiness and health.
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Save one back for true love, and do your wishing well."


"Remember Son there's folks out there less fortunate than you.
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Maybe when your able, you can help their dreams come true.
                                                                                                            
Don't be mean and nasty, but be kind to yourself.
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And when you do your wishing son, do your wishing well."



Break:



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Now many years have come and gone since grandma passed away.
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But the wisdom that she left me, oh it still stands true today.
                                                                                                            
I hope someday my kids will find, somewhere down the line.
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The memories grandma had me plant, in their growing minds.


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'Cause when I was a little boy, my grandma said to me;
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Son you won't find wishes growing on a candy-apple tree.

They aren't up in the stars above, you'll find them in yourself.
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And when you do your wishing son, do your wishing well.
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