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cul d' sac memories

Shiny polyester and lightweight metal siding
Sliding off the sofa but it sticks to naugahyde
Tackle fumble, smear the queer and hockey in the street
The carpool is home and there's helper for the meat

Which floorplan did you get? Our's is 3 plus 2
I understand we can go with beige or tan
Did you hear who moved in right next door?
We're out of milk honey, can you run to the store?

Danger on the rocks, scotch is there too
Time to take stock, how do you do?
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams

Show up for class, the first day is tough
That Scooby Doo backpack is so last year's news
Finding your way but sometimes it don't clique
Your words and your feet are no match for a stick

It shines so bright it hurts
Lockstep lives can't miss a beat
The next wave making more than the last
Or tune it out and hope for a better past

Catch you on the flip side, last words he said to me
Time wounds all heels and drops the rest
The street lost it's shine and seems smaller now
But ready for another round to find out how

Danger on the rocks, scotch is there too
Time to take stock, how do you do?
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams
Cul de sac memories, suburban dreams

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