Bells On Lyrics - Four Nights At The Palais Royale - Sloan

While I'm at this funeral 

You're in New York 

I've been dividing my grieving 

You're sleeping with a mutual friend 

I dreamed that I kissed your mouth 

And you thought about me 

Over Christmas 

Oh, you might know who I am 

But I know who you are 

Your heart is in your art 

And mine's in New York 

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I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve 

You're sleeping with a mutual friend 

And I want to be with you again 

And again 

And again 

I've thought about you a lot lately 

So flash me your metal smile 

I'm thinking about you 

You're thinking about 

New York 

Though to you your friend was hurt 

To him I owe him money 

Will you pay back the thirty dollars 

That he thinks I owe him? 

But I don't owe him anything 

If you had a funeral 

I'd be there with bells on 

La la la la la... 

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If I had a funeral 

Would you even care? 

Would you wear your silver dress? 

Would you actually wear lipstick? 

Would you lie upon my grave? 

And be there with bells on 

So you could ring me from this life? 

From this life 

From this life 

So you could ring me from this life