Mexican Sugar Dancing
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McRib
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As the Last Drops of Bath Water Make Their Escape, Leaving Only the Reverberated Chants Calling out from Beneath Pipes, Do You Now Realize the Sounds Emanating from Distant Stars
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A Clown Riding a Tricycle with the Pants Getting Caught in Every Pedal Turn Revealing a Slow but Full Tramp Stamp
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God, Rain Down and Wash the Filth off This Earth
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If You're Still Coping with the Fact That, For a Period of Time, Previously Untreated Depression Killed Your Motivation to Pursue Music, And Subsequently Lowered Your Skill Level Considerably, Press 1
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Capitalizing Song Names Seems Very Uncharacteristic of Me, But Leaving Them All Lowercase Is Super Edgy / /Moral Dilemma
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Iapetus, I Sing to Thee
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