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I�m feeling claustrophobic

From this conservative town in which

I spend my days, in and out,

Dreaming of a salty wind.



When the sun shines high

And the trees are budding

The fields are stinking

And the ducks are fucking



That, my friend, that is when

I hold my nose and close my eyes

Pretend I�m lying in the sand

In a not-so-Amish boring ass land



Its days like these that I can feel

The Atlantic pulling me away

From the buggy filled streets

Of Lancaster County, Pee A