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Paradise lies straight beyond these two american streets
My dime's worth ten cents to some
Others disagree
The bathtub has become so fragile now
The mirrors finally see
I'd like to know just what you're up against
But i find it hard to think.
You"ll end all your stories with what happens next
No mainstream doctor cares about it
And only true friends want to guess
Only a billion miles between us and god
And i've heard that it's a she
I watch the hours pass inside a-clearest glass
And believe it's close to three
Marylou and Duncan left
They now sail in the sea
They won't touch land, and less to help
Poor old dad and me
When the roof caved in i yelled for you
But not much did i receive
You're a ghost to me, In a nightmare dream
I can't feel you when you speak
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