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¨.~*$£#@@# then it stays so until i fall asleep. #@@#£$*~.¨
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¨.~*$£@@## of their lives, play the guitar for me, ##@@£$*~.¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨~$#@ the cottage tries to communicate. here, @#$~¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨.~*$£#@@@ it's not endless but connected to a @@@#£$*~.¨
¨.~*$£#@@@ large sprawling city, where my radio @@@#£$*~.¨
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