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Wide eyes show white White enough to shoot But if you ain't got the strength to fight it and you just can't hide it And I ain't gonna open my eyes anymore ain't gonna open my eyes anymore Pale faces...

Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind And the jewels on your apron could use some calomine Ugly girls and pit faced boys all hunch and join in the line Got the shoe that...

At my nan's I wasn't thinking over boiled beans and chicken Something cool fell in my juice cup sudden I could lie and make stuff up Is that why my future's so bright? So strap in and go the backyard...

Your eyes hit a gilded window when the Housewives Journal, started closing every door The wind's so strong and you decided that you just don't want to be carried with it anymore "Oh my god"...