| Downloading doves on your fancy computer
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| You’re shooting for love in the dark
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| Hey Foks you’ve found her now go instant message
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| Her name is a pretty good start
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| Ultima sits in her bedroom in Texas and
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| Waits for her hamsters to touch
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| She lost her legs in a car crash three years ago
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| She doesn’t get around much
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| But she is hoping someday
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| Somebody will take her away
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| Now that you got her a dress you can send her
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| A matching attachment and face
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| Slick rhododendrons you make out of paper
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| With flowers that never lose shape
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| You have a video camera strapped to
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| Your forehead in case she is true
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| Smiling rewind as we die in slow motion
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| (As if its not happening to you)
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| Don’t be afraid of the dark ages darling
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| You may have to wait but a letter is coming
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| With mixes of Marilyn songs
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| And pictures she took at the prom
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| Knowing her name is enough…
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| Ultima…
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| Foks trotting globes rotting under my fingertips
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| Tapping for oil in veins
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| Surely you won’t think to hold that against me
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| It’s such an unusual name
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| Someone is hoping to find
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| Her limbs in an auction online
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| Knowing her name is enough…
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| Ultima Esperanza
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| Ultima Esperanza |