I'm tired of good-byes and burials Friends I have known Some I just met Standing around It's hard to forget - now isn't it?
The war started in bethlehem A quarrel between holy men Rocket's red glare Night without end Burning my eyes It's hard to forget - now isn't it?
And if our cells are our destiny I want to be free of biology You are my friend But I hurt you, too It is not what I intended to do I saw my love by the restaurant Diggin' for home fries in a garbage can Ice cream and cake Sweetness and light A bottle of wine Now that would be nice - wouldn't it?
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