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bad things happen to good people
i must be dreaming 'cause i dont believe in ghosts
in a perfect world there's uniformity!
i hand my legs to the feet and,
and i give my head to the leash
beyond the gates is where youll find me
are you man enough?
too impatient for outpatient
paging dr Leary!
tiger, baby!
keep on running from those demons 'til you are exhausted
our love is a great work of satire
a subtle critique
postmodern, a mocking masterpiece
right up there with the greek
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