I don't remember too much
About the evil things we've done
I can only tell you what I saw
There was rain and soot
There were lovers and blood
And we learned how to feel in the cold
We never talked too much
But she held me in the dark
And the time used to stop in her hands
I could feel it go hesitant
When it rained in Manhattan
We took shelter in the spare room at the Grand
And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
But it's hard when you're hurt
To let somebody in again
And there's a slow song playing
From a baby blue Mercedes
Singing, "When I get to Heaven
There will be no more hard feelings"
"You'll wish for these days"
I've often heard it said
I never found that to be true
How easy it would've been
If I'd have never seen you again
Like any other story in a book
And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
But it's hard when you're hurt
To let somebody wreck you again
And there's a slow song playing
From a baby blue Mercedes
Singing, "When I get to Heaven
There will be no more hard feelings"
She calls me baby
Like an old romantic
But it's hard when you're hurt
To let somebody in again
And there's a slow song playing
From a baby blue Mercedes
Singing, "When I get to Heaven
There will be no more hard feelings"
And she calls me baby
Like an old romantic
Singing, "When I get to Heaven
There will be no more hard feelings"
There will be no more hard feelings
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