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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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