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The curtain of is fallin
And my are all here at my side.
Are the sweet voices of angels
As I rise on that heavenly

All hearts overflowin with
And those left so often unsaid
I could hear a voice whispering softly,
Could I have all stuff when your dead?

Could I have your TV and pickup?
And Ive always your shoes.
Could I have that old room table?
And theres a of chairs I could use.

Well, you that youre headed to glory,
And like a star, up to heaven shoot
When write the last page of your story,
Could I try on that suit?

It was the voice of my dear Thomas.
He was kneelin close by my side.
His breath had just from a funeral
For a mouth full of that had died.

Well, I my last prayer for salvation.
I was the touch of Gods hand.
But I could still hear the of my brother
As they up that old angel band.

Could I have old ski boots and surf board?
And that four-poster bed?
you mind if I took a few records?
Nirvana, The Stones, and the Dead.

Well, you know that you cant take it you
To your home up on high.
When you pass those gates, and they had you your wings,
Could I have all your stuff you die?

But the consulted St. Peter
And flew me back to my bed.
My was a new day a-dawning,
And the took Tommy instead.