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- We're Typical. But You Can't Read About Us Anymore.
- He Had the World at His Feet, Glory In the Eyes of...
- I'll Bet He Gets The Nerve to Walk the Floor and A...
- I'm Being So Sincere Right Now, Even Though You Br...
- With a Single Pillow Underneath Your Single Head
- I Wish It Didn't Hurt with Every Thought of You
- I am a Visitor Here. I am Not Permanent.
- She's is Beautiful, but She Don't Mean a Thing to Me
- Do They Collide? I Ask, and You Smile.
- For a Smile They Can Share the Night
- Look at Me, Still Talking When There's Science to ...
- When I Awoke, I Was Alive in Somebody's Room
- All Along, Not So Strong Without These Open Arms
- I am not my own. I have been made new. Please don'...
- It's Hot in Here. It Must be Summer.
- 'Cause We Do What We Gotta Do Real Well, And We've...
- The History Books Forgot About Us, And the Bible D...
- I Miss You Most When It's Quiet Along the Western ...
- We're a Vacuum, You and I. We're Collapsing on Our...
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