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Mary packed her bags and left home on a Christmas Eve

For sea soaked skies and dashing lads with cars

An actress orphaned by the social constructs of her art school

A victim of their esoteric rule

So pretentious that she almost thought it cool

But all you'd hear isLa, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

La, la la la la

La la la la la, la laPurpose was a vague ideal that she would always talk on

Till she fell in love with the salesman from TV

Yeah, she fell in love with a salesman from TV

While all of Hollywood sangLa, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

La, la la la la

La la la la la, la laPearly, pretty prize, and a ribbon box of sighs

In a collared shirt

She thought it wouldn't hurt

Certain love of mine with the palest blue eyes

In a collared shirt

I thought it couldn't hurt

Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this

It really fucked with me, it really fucked with me

California eyes are a death witch from design

You really fucked with meLa, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

La, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

La, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

La, la la la la

La la la la la, la la

Songwriters

WHISTLER ISAIAH ALLEN, JAKE MICHAEL LUPPEN, NATHAN TODD STOCKER, ZACH MARK SUTTONPublished by

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