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| ah, the hell with it. |
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| dandelion boy. |
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| forget the war, it's memorial day. |
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| gallant. |
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| i can't find the way in. what do you mean? never mind, i can't explain it, your in is through me. |
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| i guess i made it all up. |
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| when i was a kid, you know, i had no idea i was poor. |
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| if you are missing edith's ghost dance i will do it for you. |
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| it was like a tribal sound... i recognized it, but from where? |
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| let's give democracy a try. |
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| reality is like stereolab, it's always somehow the same, but it never gets old. |
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| shit, man, i think back over the course of my life and it's like a few minutes. |
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| star baby. |
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| the americans will leave next year. |
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| the way. |
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| when obomba comes home he always brings warplanes. |
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| copp, would you rather listen to stereolab, or death metal? oh, do i have to chews? |
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| what's that? you say you're coming apart? i've heard it before. |





















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