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Grinding
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Is that streetcar named Desire still grinding along the tracks at this hour?
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Dismal Mess
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I don’t think I've ever tried so hard to be gay and made such a dismal mess of it.
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Hostility
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Of course there is such a thing as the hostility of - perhaps in some perverse kind of way he - No! To think of it makes me...
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Blinding Light
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suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow
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Tenderness
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'a nervousness, a softness and tenderness which wasn't like a man's
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Allan
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Allan! Allan! The Grey boy!
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Lily
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lily dame Blanche canary-bird
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Phony
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It's a Barnum and Bailey world, Just as phony as it can be - But it wouldn't be make-believe If you believed in me!
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Song 2
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paper moon honkey-tonk parade penny arcade
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Different
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regarded as not just different but downright loco - nuts
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Ticket
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I bought her a ticket myself. A bus-ticket!
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Bathroom
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a frightened look appears in her face, almost a look of panic [...] slams the bathroom door shut as he goes in.
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Pig
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Pig - Polack - disgusting - vulgar - greasy!
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Candles
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His Auntie knows candles aren't safe, that candles burn out in little boys' and girls' eyes, or wind blows them out and after that happens, electric bulbs go on and you see too plainly...
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American
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I am one hundred per cent American, born and raised in the greatest country on earth
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Trusting
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Nobody, nobody, was tender and trusting as she was. But people like you abused her, and forced her to change
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Dirt
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common as dirt... I pulled you down off them columns and how you loved it having them coloured lights going!
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Robe
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Scarlet satin robe
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Mitch Lantern
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I've never had a real good look at you He tears the paper lantern off the light bulb She cries out and covers her face
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Magic
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Magic!..I misrepresent things to them... I tell what ought to be the truth!
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Intimacies
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Intimacies with strangers was all I seemed able to fill my empty heart with[...] I think it was panic, just panic, that drove me from one to another, hunting for some protection
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Unfit
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unfit somehow[…]There was nowhere else I could go. I was played out[...] My youth was suddenly gone up the water spout
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Cleft
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you seemed to be gentle - a cleft in the rock of the world that I could hide in! The poor man's Paradise - is a little peace
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Lies
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Lies, lies, inside and out, all lies
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Death in BR
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I - lived in a house where dying old women remembered their dead men
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Opposite of Death
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The opposite is desire!
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Daisies
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The paddy-wagon would gather them up like daisies
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Tin Can
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Kiefaber, Stanley and Shaw have tied an old tin can to the tail of the kite
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Clean
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You're not clean enough to bring in the house with my mother
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Gown
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soiled and crumpled white satin evening gown
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Hatchet
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Shall we bury the hatchet and make it a loving-cup?
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Shep
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This man is a gentleman and .. he respects me! (Improvising feverishly) What he wants is my companionship
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Beauty
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Physical beauty is passing. A transitory possession. But beauty of the mind and richness of the spirit and tenderness of the heart... increase with years… treasures...l think of myself as a very, very rich woman!
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Pearls
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I have been foolish - casting my pearls before swine! Swine, huh? Yes, swine! Swine!
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Incompatible
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Our ways of life are too different. Our attitudes and our backgrounds are incompatible. We have to be realistic about such things
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Mardi Gras
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worn-out Mardi Gras outfit [...] sitting on your throne and swilling down my liquor!
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Surrealism
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Lurid reflections...shadows are of a grotesque and menacing form
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Jungle
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The night is filled with inhuman voices like cries in a jungle!
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Rough-house
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Oh! So you want some rough-house!
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Tiger
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Tiger-tiger! Drop the bottle- top! Drop it! We've had this date with each other from the beginning!
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Ignorance
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Don't ever believe it. Life has got to go on. No matter what happens, you've got to keep going
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Madonna
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It's Della Robbia blue. The blue of the robe in the old Madonna pictures
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State Institution
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the unmistakable aura of the state institution with its cynical detachment
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Cards
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no sounds but that of Stanley steadily shuffling the cards
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Lantern
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seizes the paper lantern, tearing it [...] She cries out as if the lantern was herself
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Personalized
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He takes off his hat and now becomes personalized
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Kindness
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I have always depended on the kindness of strangers
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The Baby
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Eunice descends to Stella and places the child in her arms. It is wrapped in a pale blue blanket
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Poker (Final Line)
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This game is a seven-card stud
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