my dream girl don't exist
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and at the age of five she slit her wrists
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she didn't know that i'd be hanging around
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so her parents buried her in the ground
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this day i can still hear the sound
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of a life in outer space
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my dream girl don't exist
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it just you and i and this tv
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and this illness seems to feel so strange
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like a henchman that's about to hang
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the moon, up like a ball and chain
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and set it's hands ablaze
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and the weight is waiting off
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feel the world so real and strung
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my dream girl don't exist
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just a photograph in a history book
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and i believe she had a voice and name
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three children on the coast of Maine
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her life was in a hurricane
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of love and real embrace
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my dream girl don't exist
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and at the age of five she slit her wrists
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she didn't know that i'd be hanging around
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so one day she took a strole to town
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and walked in front of a greyhound
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bound for New York central state
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and the weight is waiting off
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and the weight is waiting off
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fell the world so real and strung
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she goes, and now she knows
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she'll never be afraid
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My Dream Girl Don't Exist
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| Neutral Milk Hotel |
