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racine
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 Blond 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 Racine, Racine, Racine, Racine 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 Racine, Racine, Racine, Racine