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Brooklyn Bridge
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urban stark
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To the telescope!
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Handicap parking only
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once again... no parking
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pull me
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because our souls are all we own
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tv room
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caution: rusty sharp edges
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Any which way but here
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street performers
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Street performers
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Streets in old Montréal
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hustle of Rue Sainte Catherine
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bicycle
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Rue Sainte Catherine
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Day 9: It's a pipe... yes. A Pipe.
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Day 5: Time is a bastard
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the farm
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in the hay loft
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you can't park here
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"...so many colors in the rainbow, so many colors in the morning sun, so many colors in the flowers and I see every one..."
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sometimes even shadows become reflections
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but they didn't go because the ship was wrecked...
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texaco, texaco... over the hills to mexico
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ding!
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pretty poison