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I could’ve been the king of other flowers

And your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard

But we waited for too long

I could’ve been your golden boy in neckties

And your mother would be so pleased

I could’ve drove you home

But we waited for too long

We had a dream last night

Church bells were ringing

(Texarkana's falling down!)

It was a long walk home

But I kept that feeling

Now we’re deafened by the sound

I don’t wanna hear another word of it

I don’t wanna think about it anymore

Take those pills, don’t call me in the morning

You could’ve been my lap dog sitting pretty

Answering every single call

It could’ve bombed

But we waited for too long

I could’ve been the king of other flowers

And your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard

But we waited for too long

We had a dream last night

Church bells were ringing

(Texarkana's falling down!)

It was a long walk home

But I kept that feeling

Now we’re deafened by the sound

I don’t wanna think about it anymore

I don’t wanna hear another word of it

Take those pills, don’t call me in the morning

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