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Had to get stoned, take me back to heaven. Going to best three at the 7/11. Jehovah's Witness comin knockin at my door. Sayin things n things I've never heard before. No no no I'm not busy make you think that way. Comes in very use-a when its time to pay. There was a sparkle de-barkle, in a beshamel bussel, as operator threw the streets down on Tyrade of a Passle. Won't think its the end, I'll be your friend, let's go walking through the gardens picking flowers instead. There's a hole in the sky, its as big as a house, I saw it with a telescope I stole in my house. I met her in the office, of a widow's flat (Hey hey hey!) Well, she had a long black chair fallen aristocrat (hey hey hey!) She said "place your donation with the office clerk" (Hey hey hey!) Instead I sided with the army who then went beserk (hey hey hey!) Don't think its the end, I'll be your friend, lets go walking through the gardens picking flowers instead. There's a hole in the sky, its as big as a house, I saw it with a telescope I stole in my house. I saw it with a telescope I stole in my house! You know I'm not one to try and break the law, keep my paraphanelia behind the kitchen door. It was suspension omension, a divine intervention, as the scholars and the villains correspond without mention. She was after a pact, it was a matter of fact, there was a 1920's carriage train that fell of the tracks. Don't think its the end, I'll be your friend, lets go walking through the gardens picking flowers instead. There's a hole in the sky, its as big as a house, I saw it with a telescope I stole in my house. Don't think its the end, I'll be your friend, lets go walking through the gardens picking flowers instead. There's a hole in the sky, its as big as a house, I saw it with a telescope I stole in my house.
Writer(s): Alexander Ledlie Markwell, Michael Charles Tramonte, Simon Peter Mcconnell, Elliott James Hammond Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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