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the dude abides |
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I'm near the edge, looking down, will anybody catch me before I fall to the ground? |
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky |
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love for sale |
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