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Answer
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I became friendly with Ruy Lopez The author of works on chess
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Rest Awhile
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When I was only a zygote I still remember the time When there was nothing to know or to think about
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Sensurround
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My radio was out of style Like some old movie It wasn't groovy
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Greasy Kid Stuff
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I was born in a crypt a hundred years ago A spider was my mom
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Haunted Floating Eye
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Dry mop, cough drop Late tape drop box
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Got Getting Up So Down
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Now I make as much sense As the car on the lawn
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Quit The Circus
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Only strangers walking down from the beach Where did we bury the time?
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Fun Assassin
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Why be realistic? Don't wake me from my dream I was individualistic They kicked me off the team
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And I saved up all my money For some lessons on how to spend money
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The Neck Rolls Aren't Working
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It's a genuine disaster And he's come to make his case
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On The Drag
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Now add some gold and silver for some pizza place class.
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Meet The Elements
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She said: "I had the strangest dream I dreamed I killed you again Don't make me kill you again 'Cause I couldn't bear to kill you Again"
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Ondine
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We're having a good time Rock'n'rollin' 'til the break of dawn
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We're The Replacements
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Who needs diamond rings, picture frames, fancy things,
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Daylight
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Sound turns to light And light turns to waves And waves turn to all things perceived
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Tesla
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I am the germ collector I'm getting paid for every jar
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Vestibule
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Put your fingers on the keyboard Brush your hand across your false goatee
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Put Your Hand On The Computer
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Space walk, it's like a space walk with the corresponding weight loss
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Nightgown Of The Sullen Moon
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There's a knock at the door that I adore There's a face at the window, a smiling yellow face
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When It Rains It Snows
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Land of a thousand fake outs Fake worse than death
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Fake Out In Buenos Aires
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I'm stuck here In Bubble's of Teaneck
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Authenticity Trip
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I like to play the drums I think I'm getting good But I can handle criticism
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Doctor Worm
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And something else besides my hair is growing from my head
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Am I Awake?
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And the disc jockey has moved out of town The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found
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Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had A Deal
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Felines and dames in flames Will hardly serve your aims
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The Lady And The Tiger
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