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The rest of me at White Sands
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My butt at White Sands
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San Albino
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Bye!
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More shoe stores per capita than anyplace on Earth
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Duck!
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All of these are my hands
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Watch where you're stepping, bud, that's my eye
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I bought a chocolate cock in New Mexico
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In the right direction
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Quimby
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Soledad Canyon
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Evaporation
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Extreme Ways
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And that's why they call it White Sands, kids!
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I ought to start listening to those little voices that tell me to go to bed and stop playing with Photoshop once the muse has left for greener pastures
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The latest craze: J. Star flinging! Come on, hop on board!
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Respite
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Wide Ride