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GFoals in winter cCadd9oats White girls of the NAmorth, FFile past one, fCive and one, They are the faCbled lambs a SunDday ham, The EAmHS norm
And they could flGoat above the grass Cadd9 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 sidDes A phantom and a fEmly EFollow the lCines and wonder whyD There's no connection
GA week of rolling eyesCadd9, and cheap shots from the tAmrite,
FAnd we're off to Nemarca's porch agaiCn, Another aftCernoon with the golDd-haired tunes, And piAmlfered booze.
We wander thrGough her mamma's hCadd9ouse 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 Two zombies walk iEmn our 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 wCadd9aooooooo waoooDoooo (repeat 4x)
EmSo when they tCap our Sunday heaDds Two zombies walk Emin 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 wCadd9aooooooo waoooooooD (repeat to fade 8x)