Imagine there's no heaven,
Its easier if you try,
and a lady who's sure,
all that glitters is gold,
Following the Moskva,
Down to Gorky Park,
She finds,
A Distant ship's smoke on the Horizon,
they are only coming through in waves
their lips move
But she can't hear what they're saying,
She never would not understand
This is not how he was,
All comfortably numb!
(Cheers to the sense in the nonsense!)
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