I had a sugar-coated childhood,
The stars were in my soup.
But given the opportunity,
I'd start over and change it all.
Beatlemania made my mother
Think the way she does.
She always said, don't waste you life
Wishing everything was how it was.
Paul is alive.
I was in a moment for a moment
Then I wasn't.
I was a sixteen years old in a dead guy's boots
With my hair slicked to the side.
Sitting outside the jockey club,
Crying in my 7-Up.
I could hear Hüsker Dü and The Smiths,
The Sluggos, The Cramps go bup, bup, bup inside.
Paul is alive.
Nobody stays above,
Out in the waves of love.
Nobody stays above,
Out in the waves of love.
Inside the jockey club,
I'm even.
I've never been this far up the river
And I don't want to go.
Nobody makes you beg to be different
And there's fosters on the floor.
If I go, will I find
There's a waiting line?
Maybe I should take my time,
'Cause I never heard of anybody coming back.
Nobody stays above,
Out in the waves of love.
Nobody stays above,
Out in the waves of love.
Inside the jockey club,
I'm even with Heaven.
I've never been this far up the river
And I don't want to go.
Nobody makes you beg to be different
And there's fosters on the floor.

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