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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