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| 6:08 | 
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| 2. |
| 6:36 | 
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The white, electric skillet of a day
threatened to sear us all away - fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along, smothered in heavy, wooly sweat, the city knew a sad regret for staying long in summer's heavy.No escape. Delirious. So I went subterraneous. Maybe I'd dream about Dolores' kinda' auburn hair |
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| 3. |
| 6:20 |
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| 4. |
| 6:59 |
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| 5. |
| 1:32 |
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| 6. |
| 6:16 |
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| 7. |
| 5:33 |
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| 8. |
| 3:09 |
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| 9. |
| 3:58 |
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| 10. |
| 4:50 |
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| 11. |
| 2:03 |
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| 12. |
| 5:52 |
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| 13. |
| 4:15 |
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