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It’s a Bullshit Three-Ring Circus Sideshow of Freaks
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Swept Away for a Moment by Chance, and We Danced and Danced and Danced
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Soon You Will See I Was Meant For You and You Were Meant For Me
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I Used To Believe We Were Just Like Those Trees; We’d Grow Just as Tall and as Proud as We Pleased
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O Dakota Land, Dakota Land, As On Thy Burning Soil I Stand and Look Away Across the Plains and Wonder Why It Never Rains
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We Gotta Get Out While We’re Young, ’cause Tramps Like Us, Baby, We Were Born to Run