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| 4:16 |
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A bullet of sunlight pierces the clouds; golden heaven touches ground,
I see that childhood toy that hangs above the crib and spins around, Except it is suspended from a golden yellow sky, With paper mache animals and gargoyles hoisted from it, The golden Porsche makes its way up a Great Plains highway, Glaring sunlight from its grill, We never get a glimpse but there is the suspense, Of being hunted by a freak |
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| 2. |
| 3:02 |
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| 3. |
| 5:27 |
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| 4. |
| 4:35 |
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| 5. |
| 3:05 |
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| 6. |
| 8:25 |
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| 7. |
| 2:49 |
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| 8. |
| 5:17 |
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| 9. |
| 4:55 |
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