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zuò cí : Hersh |
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Chinese food and your sleeping back. . . |
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We' re born-again losers. . . |
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It' s funny. . . |
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Honey, you know, this is not so bad. . . |
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Hanging around, wired for sound. . . |
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It' s funny and sad and it' s true. . . |
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I' m aching for you. . . |
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We carry an island around on our backs. . . |
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Wer' re born-again vagrants. . . |
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It' s funny. . . |
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We ask for nothing wherever we land. . . |
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Meanwhile, we got nothing, isn' t that something? |
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Wailing in the garage, breaking all the rules, and |
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I don' t need you. . . |
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You know you' re truly bizarre, you' re changing all the rules, and |
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I don' t need you, but |
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I want you bad. . . |
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We' re all |
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I ever had. . . |
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Love is a needle, goes all the way down. . . |
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I' m always surprised. . . |
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So shoot me a roll of your best paradise. . . |
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It' s so pretty, |
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I just want to die. . . |
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It' s funny. . . |