Took my money at the pearly gate
Yeah, that's where they
Too fickle to need, too tickled to grieve
For the man
Behind you, there's nothing no past to speak of
As if
Here comes a cop with a gun in his hand
Well, Kenny is down on his luck
Got drunk and smashed
He travailed and tried
Was he mixed up inside?
I don't know,
We can do this anywhere
Hey up the hall, down the
I wish I could be a shooting star
I wish I
Starling, you're my darling
Birdlet of the rain and snow
And sweetly,
She draws the pearls up to her lips
Like so many
You know she doesn't bother putting ribbons in her hair
It's
To never consider the way it would sound
Just turn my
Michael, I've thought about it some
Her name is Alison
You say
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