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A small town Dracula
Waits his turn
To pay his respects
And kiss the urn
Undo the bra strap and say
Where's my life going
What have I become
This night time living
Will kill you
And it's hardly ever fun
It's hardly ever fun
A small town Dracula
Finds his way
Through all the advertising focused his way
And his mother
Nagging on the phone everyday
Saying "I really think that you should just settle down"
Buy a house in your home town
This wanderlust will kill you
And it's hardly ever fun
And the Mexican war streets
And jimi Hendrix
And your eyes
And pods of orcas
And handsome dressers
And gentle dirt bikes
In dirty kitchens
And churches falling
And pads of paper
And all the pretending...
And solemnly swear
To uphold the truth
And grief councellors
And the bandwith restraint
And the challenges of loving
And the mistakes that we make
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