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Waiting on hill tops,
With clocks and counter stops
The last of her kind,
preoccupied with no state of mind

Little tank top,
I won't forget you.
Sewn into my skin,
The love of every two.

I'll sit and watch the glamourous life of no hope love child.

Neurotic offspring,
With nothing but questioning.
Cut off their hands,
They're not gonna use them.

Little tank top,
I won't forget you.
The last of her kind,
preoccupied with no state of mind.

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from Lunatics On Pogosticks EP, track released March 1, 2012

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