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I hope you're somewhere warm and white, like the flowers in your car

That you've escaped the labrynth of suffer-ing wherever you are

I got a piece of you tucked away deep inside my mind

Memories of your poetry and drinking your cheap wine

Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful, like you

You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

Your green eyes still shine with life in my memory

Your smell of grass and vanilla and smoke are still alive in me

I found my great perhaps in Blue Citrus and the smoking hole

Your end was my be-ginning with the kiss that I stole

Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful, like you

You're beautiful, I never really knew you at all

You were the storm that came and went like lightning

You struck me by sur-prise with the life I thought you might bring

Someday I'll forget your boozey breath that I can taste still

We'll always have Crest and pranks and Strawberry Hill

Thomas Edison's last words were it's very beautiful over there

I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere

And I hope it's beautiful, like you

You're beautiful, and I'm still looking for you

Alaska