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The strange ol' all day happiness pants, the permanent chorus lozenge, and the trembling creature wash up
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Disaffected retreat over the popular entrance to the floated tree skeleton
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John keeps all them thin kerosene words on a Turing bird holiday
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Don't worry, I put 60,000 trophies and fences on pet crows 'til I find a ding dong voice
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Why an infinite million hummingbirds shimmer like a distortion ending
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Concordia can hold our returning wisdom secrets until time flickers
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The incensed telescope lullabye breaks winter's promise shadow
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In honor of its 600th episode, A Constant Grin presents thirty minutes of previously-unknown musicians performing eight farther-afield songs; each with "600" in their name. Ruminations on 15 years of indie rock broadcasting included free of charge.
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Always runaround the moving sand hands on the magpie babies
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Montague cannot let the happy amateur k-ubik broadcaster dream heavy
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Ongoing equinox sleep letting go of the personable pixie shark hair
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I would watch these kind corporeal alien beats in Spain
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Yes, asymptonic listening freaks are tempted to natural electric jack
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Thirty minutes of spooky surf rock, macabre metal, ghoulish gothic country, frightening folk, and eerie electronica ... oh my!
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My buddy said the disquieting noir hairstyle detached the final dramatic dirigible
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Na na, we saw street sweeper trash epitaphs on the ramp of life
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Help the boar horns huntress cement to beach fear people
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Missing sleep, the singular snowpea habit sagas will lead you home
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Naive and awake Joan living in the backslide crank ditch
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Neon hoofs think both of the avalanches are repeat chasing the duffle life
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Snakeskin railroad roaches listen to greenstar botanical Sunday
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Sitting outside and feeling the village expression of hard to find parcel peaches
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Finished salt swimming with terrible pale squares
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I guess outdoor mountain forest courtesy bows to Mrs. Baird's lovesick singalong
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Concorde raincoat breakers are the new hallelujah death bones
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Montana doesn't feel astronominal joy. I lost the secret, everything is simple fun.
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False time holiday way for the pre-eagle wizard soup
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Kite flight at midnight is the free anti-rage hippy compressor in the Tulsa sand
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Time isn't the most trustworthy horizon. The 1993 chance goes on in the night.
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I found the wrong rainbowland party the day I met talking lips
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Old, clean superego friends feelin' the darkness flames
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Please feel the radio goodbye of a young archway shadow area
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What's wrong with Poughkeepsie's proud strangers dancing in a calypso allergy wish?
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Please be the mechanically seperated moon beast contortionist kid
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Modern rainbow queen etiquette sends the swimmer with eggy eyes to the murky depth point
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You're beginning my fear of the leopard staircase freakout
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Alexander motorcycles to Bronson on the black Durango NN2SA
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Universal half-aware city is tantamount to gun and knife hawks
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Wandering 101: Gate off the reflection minute hex
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Welcome and greetings from waltzing American people who move, smile, and chew loudly
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The frayed afterlives moon is not a rough mountain lifesaver
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Alomeia almost smiles in the wake of the bright country pavilion stars
