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I orchestrate my mornings to the tune of coffee. ~Harry Mahtar
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tea time
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And I love her so, I wouldn't trade her for gold ~Interference
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it tickles!
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we, ghosts
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lets fly, lets fly away
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Paris em pretoebranco
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to shoot yourself shooting
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Hastings
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Hastings
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in the distance
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Eli
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A world that's ending
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You should know (you should know)
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I tried to get to you
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The loneliest tree
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"era uma