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I've written poems about flowers, sunsets, and the rain.
I've told them to policemen, but it was all in vain.
Stew - Black Men Ski
Just a glimpse of an ankle and I
React like it's 1805
Shins - Turn a Square
I know everybody here would love to get down and to wipe the slate clean new do what they want and say what they mean and uh eliminate the uh existential uh quandries of uh modern uh postmodern uh reality uh, ya dig?
Dismemberment Plan - Tonight We Mean It
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I wonder if we're stuck in Rome.
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