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soft dementia |
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aguine |
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ahm not a numbah |
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and because you would understand |
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dream beaver |
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ceremonie spontane sans chef |
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ceremony against the destroyers |
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cliches. |
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color tears |
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copp and root ball rooting in air antennae |
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copp on beaver lodge |
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peering for beaver |
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copp away from soccer thugs |
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cosi fan tutti |
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democracy of kings |
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dido |
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dynamo hum root ball |
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even a stick in the mud had a mudder. |
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fairy dell |
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for u too |
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for u |
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hem him in. |
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her bright smile haints me still |
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hi mom, this card is spose to have a harpsichord sound |
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i go |
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i keep |
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i love life |
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i sing opera whinever you arent here |
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i think one can be forthright while remaining true to one's ambiguity. |
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if u nede mor time u can say u go yesterdy |
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it depends on sequence |
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kindle |
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little critter |
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looking at copp scenting a weed |
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loveless |
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next year the pale tree will not stand |
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still small for wondering |
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ok senior |
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ok senor |
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ohok everything okoh |
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pet investigator |
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remember me |
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forget my pain remember me |
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remember me forget my pain |
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divination. |
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scenting beaver |
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soon the pale tree will lie down |
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stay with me 3-2-1 |
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suppose i were to tell you of a parallel you composed of pure music. |
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ceremony always change |
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the complete emily |
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the feeline. |
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the spirit comes at will and the bright night haunts me still |
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there may be a master plan but the masters don't give a damn |
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they want you to admit the impossible and fear the possible |
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to get |
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today i take my time |
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toker |
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trine |
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lonesome tryst |
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valent diminsion |
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we were talking of my death and how you are both tree and vine. |
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welcome guest at risk |
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when i am laid to earth please walk on me |
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white witchery only works on some |
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you may not nor can you drill here nor build your monstrous thing |
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you'll get away with it this time |
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