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milk, what a waste you were my favourite addressing your past Now salvation is in clam chowder and bad moon rising, addressing our past childhood was much Like, a play not a lot has changed At least that's what I wrote On the postcard Addressing my past.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:17 AM UTC
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milk, what a waste you were my favourite addressing your past Now salvation is in clam chowder and bad moon rising, addressing our past childhood was much Like, a play not a lot has changed At least that's what I wrote On the postcard Addressing my past.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 6:17 AM UTC
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