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| she's a lady, and she's a bug |
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| all we have to do is get the emotional self replicating robots and the 3d printers up and running and we can retire |
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| bloody obvious |
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| bow low |
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| by the time i die i might be pretty intuitive |
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| castoff, castaway |
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| death and forgiveness and what came in between |
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| inadvertency flowers |
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| harbor guilt |
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| harbour love |
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| his goodness reminds me |
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| how bad i am. |
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| i apologize |
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| i made an ass of myself. |
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| i deliberately wandered. |
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| i was imprinted with anxiety. i had to learn to relax. |
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| land escape continue us |
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| looking everywhere |
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| mister tide pool |
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| my nonexistent viola plays itself |
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| planet sickness, culture of fear |
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| please don't be upset mister i love you. |
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| save me save me |
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| shadow pass |
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| slumber |
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| storm bent fences |
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| the dog was caught between us. |
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| they're saving life in freezers because it's too late for us |
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| uncle buzz remembers |
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| we can't afford the fight we fight |
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| plants have more genes but ours morph. |
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