| They came in under the radar
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| When our backs were turned around
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| In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars
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| They rolled into our town
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| Confounded all six senses
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| Like an opiate in the brain
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| Looks a lot like rain
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| We pounded Rachel’s radio
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| For reports about the bridge
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| There was nothing on but static
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| Nothing in the fridge
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| We lay there listening to the wind
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| Whistling through the pines
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| When we heard the engines idling
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| Saw the headlights through the blinds
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| Rough dreams
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| Those voices in the kitchen
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| I woke up And sensed the new condition
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| They won
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| Storms raged
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| Things changed
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| Forever
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| So if you ever see an automaton
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| In a midprice luxury car
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| Better roll the sidewalks up Switch on your lucky star
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| 'Cause this zombie does impressions
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| But not really to amuse
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| This ballad is for lovers
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| With something left to lose
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| Mary shut the garden door
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| Mary shut the garden door |