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Marcy Playground Marcy Playground

Hello, I have come from heaven Down, all these things My angel wings Hold to them tight Time for you to wake Sleep, sleep, sleepy head Right, to a place

Ah, She's an eight ball, She's a'rollin faster than a white wall, She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball, She's a losin all the links, She's like

Ooo, I saw stars falling all around her head Red, gold, and blue Sherry Fraser, where are you? 'Cause I saw stars falling all around your head When we

Come back and be Come back for free Come back and stay, child Have you gone crazy? Molly, it must be fine It seems so dreamy to be sublime And Molly

Christopher O' Malley Went out on a bridge Down in Chehalis And clutching his Bible And a letter from her Fell into the river Pity no one was there No

Rain Like tin angels falling down Like a mission and we're halfway there From some old dried up, fried forgotten town Why Won't they let us be ourselves

Saint Joe, he said he's never been Dressed up like a woman Saint Joe, they said your dad was gay They said your mom, she's a whore They said it 'til you

Rosy Rising Wake up child and greet the sun Morning time has just begun What? Surprised youa??re alive another day In the time of revelation, yeah You

Shaking like a dog shitting razor blades waking up next to nothing after dreaming of you and me I'm waking up all alone, waking up so relieved While