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She puts her makeup on<br>
Like graffite on the walls of the heartland<br>
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand<br>
She is a paranoid like endangered species headed into extinction<br>
She is one of a kind<br>
She's the last of the American Girls<br>
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She wear her overcoat for the coming of the nuclear winter<br>
She is riding her bike like a fugitive of critical mass<br>
She's on a hunger strike for the ones who won't make it for dinner<br>
She makes enough to survive for a holiday of working class<br>
She's a runaway of the establishment incorporated<br>
She won't cooperate<br>
She's the last of the American Girls<br>
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She plays her vinyl records singing songs on the eye of destruction<br>
She's a sucker for all the criminals breaking the laws<br>
She will come in first for the end of western civilization<br>
She's and endless war like a hero for the lost cause<br>
Like a hurricane in the heart of devastation<br>
She's a natural disaster<br>
She's the last of the American Girls<br>
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She puts her makeup on<br>
Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland<br>
She's got her little book of conspiracies right in her hand<br>
She will come in first for the end of western civilization<br>
She's a natural disaster<br>
She's the last of the American Girls<br>
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<i>[Thanks to Jochen Werckx for these lyrics]</i><br>

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