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In a paperback loftwith peeling yellow paint
She's learning now that caffeine stainsand if you smile too long you break
Tying up the sunday trashwith a wire and a weekly rutliving out the fashion timeswith a name you can always trust
And they glide over marble tilescovered in those sweet suburban smiles
Ice Fishing for a bride groomwith some bait and a ball and chain
And she's tired of going outand of stylish rugburnsand of sugar malted glee
Plastic kids and electric yardmade with credit cardsand a picture framed disease
Flourescent lights on linoleum floorscomputer screens and revolving doorselectric eyes and a vinyl foreheadand a smile to make Jesus proud
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