You terrify the land.
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You are pestle and mortar.
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Your first love's new order:
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Mother Nature's Son.
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King Of The Everglades: Population 1.
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I write poetry for myself! I write poetry for myself...
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You're a permanent figure of jacked-up sorrow.
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I want you to love me. You send me a coffin of roses.
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I guess that's the way that things go
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These days...
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Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you.
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"I won't and I never will," she said...
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"I won't and I never will.
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I won't and I never will.
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I won't and I never will.
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I won't and I never will..."
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Blue Eyes...
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Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
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They had it in for me, they had it in for me.
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Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me,
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They had it in for me...
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Blue Eyes...
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I sent a message in a bottle to the press.
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It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
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Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
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Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves.
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I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
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I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
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I've thumbed through the books on your shelves.
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I've thumbed through the books on your shelves..."
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Blue Eyes...
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Blue Eyes
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| Destroyer |
