The boys and girls of millbrook Are on a train from new york Wearing new hats Shooting the shit Deep in the heart of dutchess county, bounty
And all the evening breakdowns Will soon be washed from their hands The next very day,as they make way Eating the apple to the chapel, holy
Don't even try, they'll get away with murder Sure as the rain washes away and brings thunder Oh tell me you can see it The gentle tower rising Over the pines, out of a book Zion mistaken for the state of millbrook
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