Caitlin lyrics
by Foxygen
[Intro]
What if everyone was made of salad?
[Verse 1]
Piling through the magazines
Caitlin found her dad
Photographed in silver ink
[?]
So Caitlin reached for the blueprint she'd ordered
Just last Thursday
And built an apparatus devised for slinging children [?]
[Verse 2]
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