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Heaven is a place in Queens
Where we can be alone
Even if it’s off Sutphin Boulevard
We can buy a place
Put ten percent down
It can look just like your grandma’s house
Host dinner every Sunday
Keep it in the family
If the kids don’t want it they can rent it out
When we’re 43
We’ll sit on the couch and watch tv
Fall asleep, wake up, do it all over again
Make something quick to eat
We won’t care if it’s healthy
Pick it up from Trader Joe’s
Heaven is in Queens
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Silver Lake
04:05
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Childish rants about someone else’s breast implants
All these 15 dollar drinks taste the same
Gin and tonic, rum and coke
I can’t tell with the lights turned down this low
It would be cheaper if we went to your place
Mine’s fine too but it’s so far from Silver Lake
We’ll drink on your patio
Forget why we’re mad with Yellow Tail Merlot
I promise it’ll be better than before
It would be cheaper if we lived at your place
Mine’s fine too but you’ve got all the outdoor space
We’ll drink on your patio
Get all mad about whose turn it is to buy the Yellow Tail Merlot
I promise it’ll be better than before
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Let's Go To Bed
01:25
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Let’s go to bed
I know that you’re tired
Say you’re just stressed
I know that you’re a liar
You say we’re broke
I know that that’s true
Let’s go to bed
You’re not doing well
I’ll give you head
We’ll sleep back to back when I’m done
Your legs are spread
When we wake up to the construction
Ah-ooooooo
You go to bed
I’ll stay out on the couch
Out on the couch
Wishing I could put it all
Back in my mouth
Back in my mouth but I can’t
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Tally Up
02:35
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You say that you want me dead
You’ve got an arrow there’s an apple on my head
If you hit it you’ll be a saint
If you miss they’ll call it a mistake
I won’t complain
I fuck things up sometimes
Like cleaning the stove or telling a white lie
If you stay I swear I’ll shut my mouth
I won’t get mad when you get the wrong take out
I’ll never get mad
Take this time to tally up all the times I did you wrong
All the times I made you laugh when my timing was off
Take them home and weigh them on your bathroom scale
Zero it out and come home to me
Now it’s time for me to leave
You can keep my boxers and the dirty white tees
Only if you promise to forget
When I said that if you’d ask I’d consider it
Let’s just call it quits
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