Standard (EADGBE)
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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