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It is complete now
two ends of time are neatly tied
a one-way street,
she's walking to the end of the line
and there she meets
the faces she keeps in her heart and mind

They say
goodbye
tomorrow Wendy's going to die

underneath the chilly gray November sky
we can make believe that Kennedy is still alive
we're shooting for the moon
and smiling Jackie's driving by

They say
good try
tomorrow Wendy's going to die

I told the priest
don't count on any second coming.
God got his ass kicked
the first time he came down here slumming

He had the balls to come,
the Gall to die and then forgive us

no, I don't wonder why
I wonder what he thought it would get us

hey hey,
good try
tomorrow Wendy's going to die