Paroles I've Got An Angel Up In Boston de New & Very Welcome (The)

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So I hear that you're in town.
For how long exactly?
How long exactly will you be sticking around?
'Cause I'd like to see your eyes and re-memorize the exact shape and strength of your sweltering embrace.
Now I have got you tattooed to my to my wrist.
I swore this was the last incision I'd ever have to make.
Make me a star tonight and be sure that you've got memorized the size of the smile plastered to my face just incase the sunday morning paper reporter asks about me.
And I keep my lungs clean most of the time.
And I don't drink myself to excess except when I am with you in that city.
Yes, that city!
It's the life and death of everything that I've dreamed that could ever be between you and me.
(Just incase the sunday morning paper reporter asks about me.)
And you're still the first person that I would call from the webster theater bathroom stall just to say goodnight and goodbye as I'm choking on my sleeves and my shit and the shocking wealth of Acetaminophen floating on the sea that is my thirteen year old stomach.

Just incase the sunday morning paper reporter asks about me.
Just incase the sunday morning paper prints my obituary.


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