| 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 |