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DONALD FAGEN >> Merchandise Links
DONALD FAGEN
They came in under the radar When our backs were turned around In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars They rolled into our town Confounded all six senses Like an opiate in the brain Mary shut the garden door Looks a lot like rain Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door We pounded Rachel's radio For reports about the bridge There was nothing on but static Nothing in the fridge We lay there listening to the wind Whistling through the pines When we heard the engines idling Saw the headlights through the blinds Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door Rough dreams Those voices in the kitchen I woke up And sensed the new condition They won Storms raged Things changed Forever So if you ever see an automaton In a midprice luxury car Better roll the sidewalks up Switch on your lucky star 'Cause this zombie does impressions But not really to amuse This ballad is for lovers With something left to lose Mary shut the garden door Mary shut the garden door
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