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jf0315: Should my physical self feel created from untold millions of minute bubbles?
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jf0315: Look at me! I'm like an otter. A sexy little otter.
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jf0315: Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
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jf0315: Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design.
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jf0315: Wheel to the storm and fly.
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jf0315: Scattered like lost words
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jf0315: Flight of the seabirds
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jf0315: There he goes and now here she starts, hear her cry.
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jf0315: catch cold draws a coffin cart
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jf0315: Quick beats in an icy heart
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jf0315: Cassidy
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jf0315: You and me
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jf0315: Close the gap on the dark years inbetween
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jf0315: Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
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jf0315: Come grow the scorched ground green
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jf0315: Come wash the night time clean
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jf0315: I can tell by the way you smile he is rolling back
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jf0315: Lost now on the country miles in his cadillac
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jf0315: Cassidy
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jf0315: Speaks his name, though you were born to me
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jf0315: What you are, what you're meant to be
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jf0315: Oh child of boundless seas
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jf0315: Oh child of countless trees
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jf0315: I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
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jf0315: I can see where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
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jf0315: I like people, places, and things
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jf0315: I like people, places, and things
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jf0315: I like people, places, and things
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jf0315: I like people, places, and things
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jf0315: I like people, places, and things