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At 6 AM I was counting large stacks of cash
You were feasting on the body of an angel in a taxi cab
Though the driver was scared
We paid him not to care
Cheers to our youth, angel blood, and the heavens, and our reckless past
At 3 PM we were full and asleep back at home on our leather couch
We woke at 9, took a shower, I watched you dress,
I helped you button up your bright blue blouse
I ask you âWhat's your favorite state?â
You shed a tear and said âNot tonight.â
âSo what you wanna do babe?â
You roll your eyes and say âNot tonight.â
And I think of your face, years ago on Easter day
How you looked at my face
When we went dancing in the pouring rain