| There was a man who killed a state trooper
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| And drove his pickup truck to Belmar
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| And slept in a beach house
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| A dream of the day
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| When two protons collide
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| Everything everything changes
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| When i drive with floodplains on either side of me
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| And in the back seat my friends point out egrets' nests
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| High on the telephone poles
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| Friends fuck each other in the guest room
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| I feel the ghost of all the parties still happening
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| Right on this very spot that I am standing
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| Kids are blissing in the spare room
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| Light years away
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| The drug store smilers tower ten feet tall
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| Over a maze of abandoned cars
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| Their canceled eyes show through the holes in their sphinx masks
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| I scramble to the dunes to puke under the pale moon
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| It is initiation season
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| So watch out for the cars with no lights on
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| If you flash them they will swing aroung
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| And follow you home
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| And in the lamp light living room
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| A Portal gently pulls at all the shit that you own
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| What a relief it is to laugh like this years later
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| Through tears at someone’s kitchen table
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| Feeling the full weight of all that dark energy
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| Because there’s matter and there’s legion else
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| Unobservable scaffolding for planets and stars
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| Dry mushrooms taste a lot like communion wafers
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| To see cathedral ships behind the Bucks County sky when I was thirteen
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| My man’s in a hallucination reverie
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| He says that there was a man who went and murdered a plainclothes
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| But he drove so far away from Belmar
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| Because all of the people there hung glow in the dark masks
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| On every single screen door
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| A crown vic in the rear view, oh my god |