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angel on the door |
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chorus of ghosts singing the return of frederick law olmsted |
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cicatrix tree for bobby bee |
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dog walk with brother bob |
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every day we forget the occupation we're more like ghosts |
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everyone lies around here |
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we have to believe we are magic even if xanadu is a cheap farce bad eighties buttville. |
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big hug for pmf |
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i want the world to stop and all the stupid to fall off |
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i'm alive! my tooth hurts. |
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last night i blasted the thugs for burning cheap incense. |
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i though if it had olivia newtron bomb in it it was it's own criterion, but even she was a dud. |
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love in film |
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olmsted is coming back |
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suddenly, i don't need the answer |
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waked up lala |
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ring the bell |
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i sneak a birthday whizz and copp takes note. |
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