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footsteps
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daxle
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At one time it was a very serious song, we'd crank it up in the car and sing every verse vehemently. Then one day it became funny, just like running out of puffs wasn't the worst thing in the life anymore. And tonight, for some reason, it's serious again. "scratches all over my arm" seems as serious as the pain throbbing from my own arm. Though I bet if she were here she could still make me laugh about the cat fight explanation. one for each day I since I fell apart
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000307
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Brad
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the source of "footprints," also a great wayne shorter tune in 6/8...
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000309
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silentbob
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what is this song and who is its singer?
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000618
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god
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wayne shorter, herbie hancock, ray brown, tony williams, miles davis
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010129
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ewwww
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pearl jam
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010130
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angie
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up above me... creaks in the ceiling... creaks in the floor... will he come home soon? will we get caught? are they awake? ssshhhhhh...
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030101
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roz
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i hate my footsteps they remind me of my presence remind me i am too much too heavy too loud i want to slowly disappear til i am so thin that you can't hear me and i won't bother you or feel guilty and maybe i'll forgive myself then
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041019
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Forming Mind
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Reitterate that I'm not alone. Redefine that there's someone there. Reconstruct the point that they still are walking but not stationary. Reallow the fact that they are rather far than near to bend. Kiss my forehead and let me stare.
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041212
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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