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basking |
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copp finds bear |
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ebb |
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bear captive |
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copp bliss |
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dance |
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i bury my nose in your fur |
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surprised by a wave |
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i think we have visited |
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i'll do my best to take care of you (message n a bottle) |
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if we keep tracking we don't need to keep track |
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just because i don't want to go your way you say i have no direction |
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henceforward we shant argue politics we'll just slap each other and smile |
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ok here we go |
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captain's chair |
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pale limb |
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pink nose |
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platform |
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progress is like unto war |
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rest |
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after her review of the new beck album sasha frere jones has lost all credibility and sold a load of plastic |
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strumming music (for harpsichord) |
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sweet blue love |
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the new vague |
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there's always money for the war on the poor |
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tomorrow i'll try to do better but i'll probably say the same thing |
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wake me |
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isn't it funny we're still studying the enlightenment |
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you've got to live life as though you're number one. |
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