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GFoals in winter cCoats White girls of the NAmorth, FFile past one, fCive and one, They are the faCbled lambs a SunDday ham, the ancient sAmnow
And they could flGoat above the grCass in circles if tGhey tried A laFtent power I knCow they hide
To keep some hCope alive that a gDirl like I could ever Amtry, Could ever tGry
So Emwe just skiCrt the hallway sDides A phantom and a fEmly EFollow the lCines and wonder wDhy There's no connection
GA week of rolling eCyes, and cheap shots from the tAmrite,
FAnd we're off to Nemarca's porch aCgain, Another aftCernoon with the goaDthead tunes, And piAmlfered booze.
We wander thrGough her mamma's houCse The milk from the wGindow lights Family poFrtrait circa 'C95
This is that fCoreign land of the sDprayed-on tans And it all feels fAmine Be it silk or Gslime
EmSo, when they tCap our Monday heDads To zombie-walk in Emour stead, EThis town seems Chardly worth our tDime
And wEme'll no loCnger memorize or rhDyme, Too far along in our clEmimb
Stepping ovEer what now toCwers to the skDy, With no connection
GOooh wCaooooooo waoooooDoo (repeat 4x)
EmSo when they tCap our Sunday heaDds To zombie-walk inEm our stead, TEhis town seems hCardly worth our tiDme
And Emwe'll no loCnger memorize or rhDyme, Too far along in our crEmime,
Stepping ovEer what now tCowers to the sDky, With no connection
GOooh wCaooooooo waoooooDoo (repeat to fade 8x)