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They came in under the radar |
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When our backs were turned around |
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In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars |
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They rolled into our town |
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Confounded all six senses |
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Like an opiate in the brain |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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Looks a lot like rain |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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We pounded Rachel's radio |
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For reports about the bridge |
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There was nothing on but static |
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Nothing in the fridge |
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We lay there listening to the wind |
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Whistling through the pines |
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When we heard the engines idling |
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Saw the headlights through the blinds |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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Rough dreams |
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Those voices in the kitchen |
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I woke up |
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And sensed the new condition |
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They won |
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Storms raged |
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Things changed |
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Forever |
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So if you ever see an automaton |
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In a midprice luxury car |
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Better roll the sidewalks up |
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Switch on your lucky star |
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'Cause this zombie does impressions |
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But not really to amuse |
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This ballad is for lovers |
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With something left to lose |
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Mary shut the garden door |
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Mary shut the garden door |
