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First Lines
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Fortnight
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I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me
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The Tortured Poets Department
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You left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the Tortured Poets Department
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My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
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Oh here we go again the voices in his head
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Down Bad
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Did you really beam me up in a cloud of sparkling dust
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So Long, London
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I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist
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But Daddy I Love Him
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I forget how the West was won I forget if this was ever fun
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Fresh Out The Slammer
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Now pretty baby I'm running back home to you
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Florida!!!
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You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too
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Guilty as Sin?
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Drowning in the Blue Nile he sent me Downtown Lights
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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
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The Who's Who of Who's That is poised for the attack
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I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
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The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town
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loml
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Who's gonna stop us waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway
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I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
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I can read your mind she's having the time of her life
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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
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Was any of it true gazing at me starry eyed
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The Alchemy
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This happens once every few lifetimes
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Clara Bow
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You look like Clara Bow in this light remarkable
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The Black Dog
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I am someone who until recent event you shared your secrets with
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imgonnagetyouback
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Lilac shorts skirt the one that fits me like skin
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The Albatross
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Wise men once said wild winds are death to the candle
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Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus
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Your hologram stumbled into my apartment hands in the hair of somebody in darkness
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How Did It End?
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We hereby conduct this post mortem he was a hothouse flower to my outdoorsman
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So High School
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I feel so high school every time I look at you
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I Hate It Here
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Quick quick tell me something awful
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thanK you aIMee
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When I picture my hometown there's a bronze spray-tanned statue of you
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I Look in People's Windows
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I had died the tiniest death I spied the catch in your breath out
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The Prophecy
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Hand on the throttle thought I caught lightning in a bottle oh but it's gone again
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Cassandra
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I was in my new house placing daydreams patching up the crack along the wall
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Peter
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Forgive me Peter my lost fearless leader in closets like cedar
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The Bolter
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By all account she almost drowned when she was six in frigid water
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Robin
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Long may you reign you're an animal you are bloodthirsty
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The Manuscript
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Now and then she re-reads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair
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