Go To Heaven by 88
Went to hell in my Sunday clothes
Fell asleep with a bloody nose
As for where I was going
No one knows
Then you walked up and I could tell
There's no blood and there's no hell
And I felt like singing, "If I fell"
Go to heaven
Where you are
Keep your wishes
In a jar
When you're willing
Hang them on a star
I can't tell if I need you
Well I could tell you that I love you
Yes, I could tell you that I love you
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