Poems
HIPPO CAMPUS · Landmark 2017 · Track 08 of 12
Written by Jake Luppen, Nathan Stocker, Whistler Allen, Zach Sutton
Mary packed her bags and left home on a Christmas Eve For sea soaked skies and dashing lads with cars An actress orphaned by the social constructs of her art school A victim of their esoteric rule So pretentious that she almost thought it cool But all you'd hear is
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Purpose was a vague ideal that she would always talk on Till she fell in love with the salesman from TV Yeah, she fell in love with a salesman from TV While all of Hollywood sang
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Pearly, pretty prize, and a ribbon box of sighs In a collared shirt She thought it wouldn't hurt Certain love of mine with the palest blue eyes In a collared shirt I thought it couldn't hurt Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this It really fucked with me, it really fucked with me California eyes are a death witch from design You really fucked with me
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