.[Verse 1]
I saw my twin working in a Waffle House
The first birds of morning cackled from the graveyard
In walked the entourage
Big silver bus in the mountains
Her full hands leapt like fleas on a dog
Belonging without alternative
[Pre-Chorus]
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