| There’s no more seats in Heaven
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| No space to move; |
| that place is packed
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| It’s only standing room in Heaven
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| But Hell is glad to have you back
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| I want my poison to taste like poison
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| Up there the drinks are watered-down
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| And the doorman he won’t let my boys in
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| So my friends are not around
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| There’s no more seats in Heaven
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| So get your tickets in advance
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| It’s only standing room in Heaven
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| And Hell is where we go to dance
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| I don’t care; |
| don’t want to be nobody
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| I’ll sit here and let the grass grow on me
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| I don’t care; |
| don’t want to be nobody
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| I’ll sit here and let the grass grow on me
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| There’s no more seats in Heaven
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| Ain’t no bleachers in the back
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| It’s only standing room in Heaven
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| But Hell is waitin' for your ass
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| (Welcome to Heaven. All operators are currently unavailable. You call is of
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| great importance to us and will be answered in the order it was received.
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| Remember, patience is a virtue
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| Welcome to Heaven. |
| All operators are currently unavailable. |
| You call is of
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| great importance to us and will be answered in the order it was received.
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| Remember, patience is a virtue.) |