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Hint
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Answer
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You will all say, that I am surely crazy, only an unrepentant pessimist who's thoughts should be detained
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Markovian Process
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Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less
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The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking
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You're dying, you asshole, your religion can't help you now
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Eat Your Dog
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Life is a sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolving itself into works, chaos is the score upon which reality is written: A timeless, swirling, gyroscopic horde, sickow!!
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Delirium of Disorder
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Welcome my son to where the work is never done. And the hungry are seldom ever fed
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The Dept. of False Hope
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Well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening, and it was time to set the town on fire. I saw my boots and my hair as reflected in the mirror
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A Streetkid Named Desire
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Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be
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Queen of the 21st Century
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Some other ass-backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway
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The State Of The End Of The Millennium Address
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No actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky.
It's reducible to flesh, mind and bone
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At The Mercy Of Imbeciles
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Amidst darkness let us vow to ensure her light will be remembered
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Faces of Grief
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I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms on a jutting red spattered synagogue of granite as it crouches literally in space, a frozen amoral giant gazing heavenward forever
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Beyond Electric Dreams
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Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? 'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friend, we end up all the same
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Scrutiny
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The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep. The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep.
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1000 More Fools
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Run, but don't be scared to look behind. Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
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Yesterday
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In the turbulent conscious stream, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
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Finite
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