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patart00: garden party held today invites call the debs to play
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patart00: attention all planets of the solar federation we have assumed control we have assumed control
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patart00: couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting chaucer
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patart00: i wait outside the pilgrims door with insufficient schemes
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patart00: red, white and blue gaze in your looking glass you're not a child anymore
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patart00: emotion revealed as the ocean maid, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
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patart00: he's a writer and arranger and a young boy bearing arms
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patart00: as he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky i bid it to return to hear your wonderous stories
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patart00: cadillacs, blue jeans, dixieland playing on the ferry
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patart00: spinning, whirling, still descending like a spiral sea, unending
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patart00: and don't you believe it's true, the music is all for you it's really all we've got to share
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patart00: romeo locks his basement flat, and scurries up the stair.
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patart00: wide-angle watcher on life's ancient tales, steeped in the history of london.
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patart00: cornered by the cactus and the pine. here I wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
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patart00: On board, i'm the captain, so climb aboard we'll search for tomorrow on every shore
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patart00: wave after wave will flow with the tide and bury the world as it does
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patart00: stalactites, stalagmites shut me in, lock me tight.
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patart00: we walk around the story out in the city running free
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patart00: forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died. And the general sat and the lines on the map
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patart00: pushed me down a slide to the arena, megaphonium fanfare.
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patart00: the pride still prevails alive in the streets of the city
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patart00: and the nurse will tell you lies of a kingdom beyond the skies.
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patart00: and on sundays i elude the eyes, and hop the turbine freight to far outside the wire
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patart00: but i remembered a voice from the past; "gambling only plays when you're winning"
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patart00: sing hymns make love get high fall dead he'll bring his perfume to your bed
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patart00: we relieve the tension only to find out the master's name.
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patart00: the blacksmith and the artist reflect it in their art they forge their creativity closer to the heart
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patart00: we are the priests of the temples of syrinx all the gifts of life are held within our walls
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patart00: creamed-up kitten screaming for her next injection
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patart00: you pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods