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And all five hundred thousand citizens of Wichita
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Tried to get a piece of your beautiful face
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Drooling on themselves in the Methodist parking lots
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Throw your shoes in the Arkansas and watch them get erased
[Chorus 1]
F#m D B
Make calls at the business school
F#m D B
"Is there no community college in your county?"
[Verse 2]
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They branded themselves with an ikon and an effigy
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And marked a fertile swath, a green ellipse
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An occidental notebook, an accidental mallergy
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You're sleeping now, sleeping now in the grain or the basement of the C#CC
[Chorus 2]
F#m D B
Spilling drugs on your pre-med clothes
F#m D B
"Is there no grain alcohol available in cabinets?"
F#m D B
I'd go in, but I'm scared and the museum got closed
F#m D B
So instead I took a bus to the mountains and the labyrinths, home
[Outro]
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F# quarter million children in the downtown of Wichita
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Playing in their suits on the fountains and the grates
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Spraying water at the girl with the flute and the mandolin
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Red skin, golden tone, sunflower state