She is going to heaven in a bright red wagon.
There's
go outside and play guitar
in the neighbor's yard
'cause i
stretch the strings across your dirty frets.
i haven't heard that
You couldn't talk me back
down or out of that, now
that
How am I supposed to feel tonight?
Stay in this motel
Remember when you called me?
You couldn't talk, you could barely
"Whatcha gonna do without me when the stars fall from
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