| angela
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| don’t be mad
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| there’s something I’ve got to tell you dear
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| before you come back here
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| I lost, I lost your bunny
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| I let him out of the cage
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| he was eating spring mix on the carpet
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| he jumped through a window into the haze
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| and hopped down magnolia boulevard
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| no way he’ll survive
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| maybe those last days of freedom
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| were the best of his life
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| angela
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| I know you don’t mean that dear
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| take it as sign
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| all your hopes and dreams were
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| whispered into some dead rabbit sheen
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| angela
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| we searched until dawn
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| the last time I saw him
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| he was lovingly crossing the henderson’s front lawn
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| then he hopped down magnolia boulevard
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| no way he’ll survive
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| maybe those last days of freedom
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| were the best of his life
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| angela
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| it’s no way to live
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| all your hopes and fears were
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| whispered into some dead rabbit’s ears
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| what do we have left here anyway?
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| the abandoned warehouse scene
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| mean art kids, half-hearted openings
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| and synthesized, bullshit art dreams
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| let’s leave magnolia boulevard
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| it’s the only way we’ll survive
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| get some land out in the middle of nowhere… |