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GFrozen in winter coCats, White girls of the AmNorth, FFile past one fCive and one They are the Cfabled lambs, Of SDunday ham, The AmEHS norm And they can Gfloat above the Cgrass, In circles if Gthey tried, A lFatent power I kCnow they hide, To keep some Chope alive, That a gDirl like I could eAmver try, Could ever Gtry.
SoEm we just Cskirt the hallway Dsigns, A phantom and a Emfly,
EFollow the lCines and wonder Dwhy There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords) A week of rolling eyes falling eyes, And cheap shots from the trite, And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again, Another afternoon with the goat head tunes, And pilfered booze. We wandered through her mama's house, The milk from a window lights, Family portrait circa ninety-five, This is that foreign land, With the sprayed on tans, And it all feels fine, Be it silk or slime So, when they tap our Monday heads, Two zombies walk in our stead, This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, To fall along in our climb, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection. So, when they tap our Sunday heads, Two zombies walk in our stead, This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, To fall along in our climb, Stepping over what now towers to the sky With no connection.