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| and i allowed the sadness in for all i was and am not |
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| and i let her past praise continue and support my nothingness |
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| annunciate |
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| beware shallow divers |
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| carousel |
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| cloud cuckooland |
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| comet commas |
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| cuckoo boys |
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| emerge |
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| flight of the hippy |
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| ha, haha, whales! haha |
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| ha.haha...hah. |
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| it's thugworld. |
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| later i realized how she damned my with her narrow praise of the past self and indifference to me now |
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| let's do launch |
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| 2 |
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| 3 |
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| mercury rev |
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| i lost my marbles in the sea and the sea gave them back to me, but ever so gradually |
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| we have to make the same things serve new purpose |
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| we check our shadow |
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| we check our shadows |
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| whale of want |
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| when he smiles and laughs like this morning crossing spider bridge he looks like a dolphin |

























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