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When Marilyn Monroe woke up in heave, |
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she had everything she'd need |
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for the perfect day, the perfect man takes her walking |
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where no-one can stare. |
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She goes shopping and finds the |
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perfect clothes to wear for the perfect sleep. |
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But down here, |
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We're dreaming of cures, and drinking well tonight. |
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Forgetting all our sorrows, |
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put away or fights |
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until tomorrow comes around. |
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We sit in the pub waiting for the clubs to open. |
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We will be safe tonight and not wake up next to strangers, |
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thinking I killed the one I loved. |
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He's drinking slowly, he's got a hangover |
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and a smoked up chest that's |
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too too too tight. |
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I dream on... |
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Imagine what could happen after this drink I'm wearing wings. |
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Join Lauren Bacall float up to heaven's gate. |
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Wearing danger smiles. She'll meet with the stars, |
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they'll break down doors. |
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Those shining pearls float off in space. |
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I'm raving beautifully. |
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When Marilyn Monroe woke up in heaven |
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she had everything I'd need. |
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When I go to heaven and stand shivering before this god, |
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I'll try some complaining, "why that little tiny trick?" |
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Give me the pearls of love, |
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of wisdom and of smiles. |
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Give me another chance, |
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a beautiful set of wings in Heaven. |
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When I wake up in heaven. |
