Hippo Campus - Poems

^Cmaj7Mary packed her ^Dmbags and left home on a Christmas^Cmaj7 Eve For ^Dmsea soaked skies and dashing lads with^Cmaj7 cars ^Dm An ^Cmaj7actress orphaned ^Dmby the social constructs of her^Cmaj7 art school A ^Dmvictim of their esoteric^Cmaj7 rule So pre^Dmtentious that she almost thought it^Cmaj7 cool ^Dm

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^Cmaj7Purpose was a ^Dmvague ideal that she would always^Cmaj7 talk on Till she ^Dmfell in love with the salesman from ^Cmaj7TV Yeah, she ^Dmfell in love with a salesman from ^Cmaj7TV ^Dm

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^Cmaj7Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ^Cmaj7Pearly, pretty prize, and a ribbon box of sighs In a ^Dmcollared shirt

^Cmaj7Certain love of mine with the palest blue eyes In a ^Dmcollared shirt

^Cmaj7Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this It really ^Dmfucked with me, it really fucked with me ^Cmaj7California eyes are a death witch from design You really ^Dmfucked with me

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