Driving fast with flames and pitchforks behind us
Breaking past the clouds
We are the vigilantes
Forbidden love amongst the church rows
Book in your lap
Cool prarie wind on your toes
Passing notes read my scripture
Lost love fucked us all up
But some say she had it worst
It ripped her
Into different people
Calm during daylight
Wild with a bottle hanging off the steeple at night
-D
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