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a dozen roses in the car and i don't know where you are maybe i don't know what i'm doing you're moving like a movie you still move me among the other ones and twos and threes and twenty-threes got to keep my conscience clean but that hurricane what's-her-name mentality was not for me and never could be cause it surely brings bitter things and misery and i say heaven hits me hard in with the new heaven hits me hardly in with the news whatever gets me started in with the noose have you ever had a heaven here and was it clear? cause i just wrote a letter a confession down the ladder that things could be so much better and through follow the leader i met her and then another end and usually a grudge but i loved so much the way we touched and psuedo-kissed oh i already miss you singing like this over the phone every now and every then i tend to pretend i'm not alone static made old radio now i know static made old radio heaven hits me hard in with the new heaven hits me hardly in with the news whatever gets me started in with the noose have you ever had a heaven here and was it clearly better? |