| Blanche Dubois and it started to seem
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| like the only things that happened happened in my dreams (in my dreams)
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| and my dreams they got so big
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| my head sunk into my chest
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| underneath the autumn star
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| there are days when the dead of us are not so far (samhain)
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| and i never thought i could injure myself
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| by sitting still and staring straight ahead
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| underneath the autumn star
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| there are days when the dead of us are not so far
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| «and that pain in your chest would go away
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| if you would only go to the movies.»
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| concentrating on the mundane
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| the dead among us are not insane.
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| and i never thought it could be so easy
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| to talk about nothing all day
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| no more of this Jack for god’s sake
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| you’re not the devil
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| and how about this weather? |
| can you believe it?
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| «i know»
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| sixty-eight in november
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| hello, hello
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| hello, hello
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| so i got on my bike
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| «rode all the way across town»
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| please samhain
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| factorial be good to me. |