| My wife took all the money, left me for a cop
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| And I don’t know nobody in this coffee shop
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| I’m starin' at the menu board, waitin' in a line
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| With ten bucks on my Starbucks card and one thing on my mind
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| Is there wireless in heaven? |
| I just wanna know
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| Do I need a password to log in when I go?
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| And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail?
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| Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?
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| I order mocha latte ginger jasmine tea
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| The pretty little cashier girl looks up and smiles at me;
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| She says «it is an honor», she knows who I am
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| Her grandpa plays the guitar and he’s my biggest fan
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| Is there wireless in heaven? |
| I just wanna know
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| Do I need a password to log in when I go?
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| And does Jesus have a website to send in my e-mail?
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| Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?
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| I’m cosmically connected, spiritually aware
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| They say I’m apathetic, but I don’t really care
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| Pathetically reflective, feeling over-matched
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| I wanna meet my maker with no wires attached
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| Is there wireless in heaven? |
| I just wanna know
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| Do I need a password to log in when I go?
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| Tell me will Jesus answer my e-mail?
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| Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell?
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| Is there wireless in heaven, or do I go to hell? |