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Fleece
02:46
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Fleece, you don't look good.
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What Gives
02:26
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She's lower class. What gives?
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Battle Summer Time
02:45
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Hey Madeleine, you've got to battle summer time. You've got till the summer time.
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Curator's Stride
02:59
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He possessed a curator's stride. His arms swang like orangutangs. He possessed the cheeks of Lincoln. His face came to a point with a bruise. He determined the dials. Calming. Unfunny banter destroys its makers.
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5. |
In A Balloon
02:27
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In a balloon I rise above.
Quick was on the lever high.
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I Can Remember Now
02:53
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I can remember now. Those who were pale flicker now.
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Clean Up Your Mess
02:18
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If you got a mess, you better clean it up. If you make amends, you better keep it up.
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Ballerina
02:22
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Tickets are never cheap for dancers paid to leap. Their toes are hurting, all bowed from twirling. Their flexible in every way except their schedule because they rehearse all day. Ballerina! Being in the core is a bore. The lead is the lead whore, they swear they're not jealous. All they eat is head lettuce.
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I was once a little boy. This is the larger edition. In my twenties I got sloppy. Now that kid is no relation, this is the larger edition. I feel my heart in my temple and it's like the throb of an ant-hill. We need a touch of whim and the luck of twins. Just a kid filled with wonder, this is the larger edition. Flames abound, now I herd silver.
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Woodside
03:02
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You don't come in on woodside, you come in on two.
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