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Does the towns police sergeant’s wife secretly pine for you
Or maybe it’s the sergeant himself

Does Ronald McDonald even know that you know the menu
Your never around when I press delete on my e-mails
And look for the hidden meanings on the channel 2 news

The young boy down the street put rum in his arm
Now he is puffy and has the chicken pocks

I was dreaming of endless fields
And bending spoons with my mind
 
Then you woke me from my sleep to tell me this
But it was lost on my pillow

Now your late for your goddam job repairing broken men