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| 4:26 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:11 |
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| 3. |
| 5:41 |
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| 4. |
| - |
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| 5. |
| 4:16 |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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| 7. |
| 5:53 |
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| 8. |
| 3:19 |
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| 9. |
| 5:11 |
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| 10. |
| 6:22 |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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| 12. |
| 5:33 |
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| 13. |
| 3:14 | 
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He was a boy, she was a girl. That's where the story ends. Without a teat they parted ways and now and ever since then they lived happy. Breathing's automatic. He loves the rain, she loves cocaine and none of them loves Neil Young. He's been away she's been around; in different ways they lived happy. Breathing's automatic They live happy, breathing 'til they don't. Who would've thought we'd lose before we started playing The game is up, words have all been said. Light and gloves are resting on your lap. Who would've though we were the monkey and the preacher, tired and sad redemption wasn't bigger. I only pray for you, for you, for you. |
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| 14. |
| 7:03 |
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| 15. |
| 4:36 |
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