 Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand lyrics ( Primitive Radio Gods )   
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Artist : Primitive Radio Gods
Song : Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand
Jan lays down and wrestles in her
sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And
superstars in magazines
An old friend calls
and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off
from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon
Street
We sit outside and argue all night
long
About a god we've never seen
But never
fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the
papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And
happy with her full time job
Do do do do
doo do
Am I alive or thoughts that drift
away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can
humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before
I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days
I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do
do doo do x 2
A life is time, they teach
us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us
all
A million years before the fall
You
ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You
swim like lions through the crest
And bathe
yourself on zebra flesh
I've been
downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted
baby,
Ever since the day we
met
(repeat)
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