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While I'm at this funeral you're in New York
I've been dividing my grieving
You're sleeping with a mutual friend
I dreamed that I kissed your mouth
And you thought about me over Christmas
Oh you might know who I am but I know who you are
Your heart is in your art and mine's in New York
I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve
You're sleeping with a mutual friend
And I want to be with you again and again and again
I've thought about you a lot lately
So flash me your metal smile
I'm thinking about you, you're thinking about New York
To you your friend was hurt, To him I owe him money
Will you pay back the 30 dollars that he says I owe him
But I don't owe him anything
If you had a funeral, I'd be there with bells on
If I had a funeral would you even care?
Would you wear your silver dress?
Would you actually wear lipstick?
Would you lie upon my grave?
And be there with bells on?
So you could ring me from this life
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