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the wind picked up, the fire spread
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you buy we fry
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oxidized
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not a pane in sight
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pollo
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three
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what's blown into our dark corners
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this used to be a thriving community garden
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this was a thriving community garden once
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south central farmers community center
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metro stop china town
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Nietszche's last lounge in LA
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the northern sky looked like the end of days, end of days
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before we all burn
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as the ocean air fanned the flames
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clouds from the fires
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clouds from the fires
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down flower street
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interesting sink standardLA
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soon to sleep, standardLA
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easy chair standardLA
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standardla DT
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descent into LAX