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Pretty sure I'm not awake
This beach is just girlfriends
I'm running I'm running
I'm not waking up
I thought that the blood rush sound
Was you driving home

Funny yeah I guess it was
Touching your necklace
The sameness the sameness
Is freaking me out
I thought that I made you up
But now you're inside my car
Sticking your toes in the air vents

Pretty sure I'm not awake
This highway is ribbons
I'm glitching I'm glitching
I'm slipping I'm out
I'm deep in the clothes rack now
Where no one can hear my sounds
I feel like a fold in the fabric
The intercom's on

And they're saying my name
They're saying my mothers name
And I know the name
And the knowing is a little pearl

There's no love in New York state
And we're driving at reckless rates
And I'm watching my lips turn blue
In the mirror view
In the mirror view

Momma dreams really do come true
Momma dreams really do come true
Momma dreams really do come true
Momma dreams really do

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