Oh city rain,
It floods the city streets
And in my city bed,
Out of my fuckin' head
Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you...
Is it snowing in space?
And all the Chelsea Snow
It floods the Chelsea hotels
It stones the Chelsea girls
It stones the Chlelsea boys
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Is it snowing in space?
God I wish I could talk to you...
Is it snowing in space?
How does your body feel today?
I forgot to ask.
Genius in a hospital bed
With briar-patch hair
It just isn't fair
Takin' bullets for a team of bad poets
How is it up there?
Takin' bullets for the team.
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I really miss you
I really miss you
I really miss you
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
I fucked you over a million times
And you died, you died, you really died
Died, died, you really died
I am going to push them away
Fall to the leaves of the Winter tree's
Drowning, slowly, lonely
My City Rain
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