

Remember the night we....Every time a phone rings got a George Bailey hang-up ripping angels off of their wingsRemember the night we....
Bedsores and bed springs from where I just can't get up every time the phone rings
Feeling sick from the moons I've been swallowing wondering if this "wonderful" life was all a set up angels always getting ripped from their forlorn wings
And was it the dust of this town I've been shaking or myself, before I jump the old bridge and give up Wincing every time the phone on my bedside rings
Praying for lost signals and the familiar stings Attaboy Clarence,
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Think happy thoughts.
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