delivery this morning
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our clothes are hung to dry
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we're visiting the selling's
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on the shore of the puget sound
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the scenery gets a hold of you like a bad record
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there's something not as valid when the scenery's a postcard
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and the view from the glass is just the glass upon the finish
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and the conversations people have about the lush surroundings
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are all tainted by the cards they got from travelling companions
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olympia is shorter to the street than what i thought
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the view from in the city
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isn't scenery at all
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but it gets a hold of you like a bad record
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There's Something Not As Valid When The Scenery Is A Postcard
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| The Faint |
