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Lyric
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Answer
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All my darkest hour, talking like this, for I am 1000 years old.
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O, Do Not Forsake Me
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I'm squinting my eye, and turning off and on and on and off the light
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Experimental Film
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Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
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Purple Toupee
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I'd burn all the uniforms, I'd burn all the ask-me buttons
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If I wasn't shy
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Everything I reach for is out of my grasp
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To A Forest
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And as the night falls on this sleepy town, the iris closes down
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Protagonist
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It's a crumpled up wrapper from the fast food that we got
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They Got Lost
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My daily life doesn't interest me, It's a never-ending litany of pain and ennui
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I can't Remember the Dream
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You had him figured out a while ago, and I know it's not exactly breaking news
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Take out the Trash
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Spent my whole life just digging up my music's shallow grave
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Number Three
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Spent so long trying to get along, trying to please you
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An Insult to the fact checkers
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everyone gets on the bus out of town and the lights start going out one by one
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Erase
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The orchestra conductor has been captured and tried and killed
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Stone Cold Coup D'Etat
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Hard to justify a party band, to somebody with no party plans
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It's Kickin' In
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The moonbeams strong on the old Bandshell
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Celebration
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I was born in a lighthouse, my mother was the sea
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Absolutely Bill's Mood
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Hit on the head with a frying pan, lives his life in a garbage can
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Particle Man
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You're still looking for your Commodore's old control stick
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Circular Karate Chop
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Money's all broke, and food's going hungry
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Snowball in Hell
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Stereo on and cooking bacon, never came back to tell us why
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Hot Cha
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