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2006 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
