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She puts her makeup on |
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Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland |
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She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand |
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She is a paranoid endangered species headed into extinction |
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She is one of a kind |
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She's the last of the American Girls |
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She wears her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter |
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She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass |
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She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner |
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She makes enough to survive for a holiday of working class |
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She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated |
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She won't cooperate |
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She's the last of the American Girls |
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She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eve of destruction |
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She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws |
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She will come in first for the end of western civilization |
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She's an endless war, she's a hero for the lost cause |
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Like a hurricane in the heart of the devastation |
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She's a natural disaster |
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She's the last of the American Girls |
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She puts her makeup on |
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Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland |
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She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand |
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She will come in first for the end of western civilization |
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She's a natural disaster |
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She's the last of the American Girls |