Racine took a trip to Long Island

She got so tired of Times Square

Sometimes she'd look at herself in the mirror

Sometimes she wouldn't even dare

Racine always dreamed of Long Island

Things always seemed so clean there

She took a train out of Penn Station

Blonde wig covered her day hair

But as she saw her reflection in the black windowed train

Sweat poured out and washed her makeup off like wet paint in the rain

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Racine sat in a bar on Long Island

Not knowing anybody there

Some boys like to have a good time

Beat her in a parking lot and left her there

But as Racine stood up in front of the great wall

The K-Mart lights bled like her heart abandoned as that mall

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