Spread yellow gunk on my pancake heart, Country churned girl in my grocery cart. I paid for her dreams, she taught me to cry, Like watery knives, like rain from my eyes. I can t believe you re not mine, I can t believe you re not mine. Margerine. Margerine. Margerine
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