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I went for you in military times and, then, |
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I waited well into the 2300s. |
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I made my way through the |
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Union Street design kids. |
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They were alright. |
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They were on fire. |
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They harbored an elementary desire to do good works. |
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I bought 'em all, |
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I bought 'em all! |
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I made donations to |
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The Plague, and |
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The Fall and |
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The Old Grey |
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Mare in her stall! |
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Endangered |
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Ape, a couple years in |
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Solitary never really hurt anyone. |
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Distinguished colleagues, dead music-writers' brides - |
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I apologize. |
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They were alright. |
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They were on fire. |
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They harbored an elementary desire to do good works. |
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I bought 'em all, |
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I bought 'em all! |
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I made donations to |
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The Plague, and |
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The Fall and |
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The Old Grey |
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Mare in her stall. |
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I don't know, |
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I guess I'm doing alright. |
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Tabitha takes another stab at becoming light. |
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She never wants to go. |
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Always want to stay illuminated. |
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Ride towards the dawn, |
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Quicksilver on the side of nothing. |
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Never had a chance. |
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Never had to choose |
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Your Blood versus |
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Your Blues. |
