All the peacock people left the in a pile They look good to a And the water's warm like a bathtub Full of lavender and salt
See a bleach blond boy put his long down Help his girl get her on I thought about you in your little Think you're lonely but I could be and...
I be your bootlegger mix you up something strange Braid your like a sister you like a hurricane
Right there, that's the sleeping in the sand got a letter to deliver, but I can't stay mad, oh Right there, that's the postman in the sand got a get-well-card to deliver He's do it by hand, he's gonna do it by hand
Now they drive the up and down the beach It's ridiculous and everybody Hear the Mustangs rev at the four way You get when the light says go
But in a town like this, in the checkered flag It's so empty you could somebody dream So it's you, in your four-post bed Fell asleep still the blood in your teeth and...
I be your happiness I be your common sense pain Wrap your in a picket fence after the hurricane
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