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Four Men -
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Crazy the plants put forth smokestacks like the gullets of long guns
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Uh say can you see . . .
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The Ceremony of Experience
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How Need & Death Are Balanced on a Blade -
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I'm the Gross National
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So let the month end the new fiscal year
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Muscatel Morning -
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Lumber -
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O bright bomb & circumstance
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