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You can’t take it with you
‘Cuz I won’t even miss you
After the first few days
You can have it all your way
If you say so
Think it over
‘Cuz you won’t always have my shoulder
You take your goddamned time
Knowing what you’ll find
Back on the outside
You take your goddamned time
Getting it back
Get it all back
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Sept17
03:16
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It is so lovely
That old tan medal
That cold black coffee
The first time I met you
Meaning one thing
And then something else was said
Such horrible things
Such beautiful things
The 36 days we spent
Still wishing that we could sing
All
Leaning on one thing
When something else was read
To you and I
The pavement rang like thunder
A glittering gaze
Through the slit of the open pressed sand
Caused my unbroken canon
Of all of the years that had passed
To stop in their hand
All of them
We foraged our space
For ages to hold
The relics that once were bright
Now tarnished, cursed, blackened gold
All
Relying on each other
(Pharaoh wins less fair)
What's the worth of a fight if forgotten
To a dimly lit jester
A wall, AWOL
The torch was lit so brightly
It carried us all
Through the streets of this red angled town
Caused my unbroken canon
Of all of the years that had passed
To stop in their hand
All of them
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Happiness Is a Warm Gun
03:01
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She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the pits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm gun, momma (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
When I hold you in my arms (ooh, oh, yeah)
And I feel my finger on your trigger (ooh, oh, yeah)
I know nobody can do me no harm (ooh, oh, yeah)
Because
Happiness is a warm gun, yes it is (bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Happiness is a warm, yes it is, gun (happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot)
Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun momma?
(Happiness is a warm gun, yeah)
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