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When I came back from |
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San DiegoCheckered lights and rain in the afternoon |
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Oh, made me miss the imagination |
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I used to have |
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There's something else |
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I thought about |
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The universe |
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When it's merciful |
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How should |
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I knowAfter wringing out my memory |
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And all that my hands send away |
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Oh, riffling for a stem to find an answer |
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I knewThere's something else |
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I thought about |
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The universe |
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When it's merciful |
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Oh, whatWhat's my blood for? |
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What shows my dear? |
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The universe |
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When it's merciful |
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Who's light did it come in on? |
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There's something else |
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I thought about |
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The universe |
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When it's merciful |
