| Please, remember me happily
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| By the rosebush laughing
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| With bruises on my chin, the time when
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| We counted every black car passing
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| Your house beneath the hill
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| And up until someone caught us in the kitchen
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| With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
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| A vision too removed to mention
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| But please, remember me fondly
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| I heard from someone you’re still pretty
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| And then they went on to say
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| That the pearly gates
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| Had some eloquent graffiti
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| Like «We'll meet again» and «Fuck the man»
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| And «Tell my mother not to worry»
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| And angels with their great handshakes
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| Were always done in such a hurry
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| And please, remember me that Halloween
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| Making fools of all the neighbors
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| Our faces painted white
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| By midnight, we’d forgotten one another
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| And when the morning came I was ashamed
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| Only now it seems so silly
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| That season left the world and then returned
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| And now you’re lit up by the city
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| So please, remember me mistakenly
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| In the window of the tallest tower
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| Calling passers-by but much too high
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| To see the empty road at happy hour
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| Gleam and resonate, just like the gates
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| Around the holy kingdom
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| With words like «Lost and found» and «Don't look down»
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| And «Someone save temptation»
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| And please, remember me as in the dream
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| We had as rug-burned babies
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| Among the fallen trees and fast asleep
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| Beside the lions and the ladies
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| That called you what you like and even might
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| Give a gift for your behavior
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| A fleeting chance to see a trapeze
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| Swinger high as any savior
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| But please, remember me, my misery
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| And how it lost me all I wanted
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| Those dogs that love the rain and chasing trains
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| The colored birds above their running
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| In circles around the well and where it spells
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| On the wall behind St. Peter
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| So bright, on cinder gray, in spray paint
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| «Who the hell can see forever?»
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| And please, remember me seldomly
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| In the car behind the carnival
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| My hand between your knees, you turned from me
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| And said, «The trapeze act was wonderful
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| But never meant to last», the clown that passed
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| Saw me just come up with anger
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| When it filled with circus dogs, the parking lot
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| Had an element of danger
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| So please, remember me finally
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| And all my uphill clawing
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| My dear, but if I make the pearly gates
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| I’ll do my best to make a drawing
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| Of God and Lucifer, a boy and girl
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| An angel kissing on a sinner
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| A monkey and a man, a marching band
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| All around a frightened trapeze swinger |