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It's, uh, november 6th, 1945, and we... ...went up to,...
Seventeen years in the city Static clinging to the ceiling...
There's nobody There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't...
Monkey see, monkey die Laminate your face and paste it...
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos...
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song...
All my days i had moldy bread Robot brains and...
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