The Shoebox

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Mystery Faith Healing Hour

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This is a prepaid call from an inmate correctional facility
Hey baby, I gotta hurry, they just popped our doors and there's a line
About the party on Saturday, Auntie's bringing the cake through the back door into the kitchen at one
Make sure to have everybody park in the back so that there's not a bunch of cars in the front

And don't tell your brother, he's got a big mouth and I don't want him to ruin the surprise
I miss you so much
Also, put an ashtray in the back for Uncle, or he'll f*ck up the yard again
Um, the nice punch bowl is in the box in the attic

Um, tell our baby happy birthday and that I love her and I'll be home soon
I love you baby

Love me like you, love me like
Love me like you, love me like

I was looking in a few spots for the mates to one of my tube socks when an old shoebox turned up from under our bed
Little nuance, I knew right when I saw it that the contents would be tonic to my aching little head
Pulled the lid off, therein I found mementos of this life we built together and the times that we shared
On top, that old booking photo, you were smiling so damn big you thought them charges wouldn't stick

Then I dig a little further down, found that Motorola Flex you carried round on your hip
My code was triple six, you always called back in a jiff
I made it with your quarter if you got out of the whip
Then there's this matchbook from the Hurricane where we had our first date

My story starts down in L.A., our paths cross in old Seattle
I often ponder on the forces that closed the distance in the middle, but all I know is that we did it

Love me like you, love me like
Love me like you, love me like

'Til my time steals me from my sleep
'Til my time steals me from my sleep

Love me like you, love me like

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