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Just Like the Wild Flowers Across the Mists of Time, We Both Get to Have Relentless Fun Like a Bunch of Crazed Out Prophets, Taking Us Through the Years of Many Uninspired Warnings
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8:53 |
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I See No Evil in Dreaming of a Pure White City Where the Snowflakes Have Melted in Your Mind, and the Trees Have Bled in Your Regrowth
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8:48 |
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The Borderline Negativity of Saying That You're Sorry
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8:55 |
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I Need to Know Who You Are and Where You're From to Know Whether You're Completely Iced or Only Half-Baked
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9:05 |
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I Know I'm Never Gonna Win, So I've Turned You Away, I Just Hold You Through the Night
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9:01 |
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| 6 |
Never Really Saying Goodbye, Never Really...
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9:21 |
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