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s001.wav|My dog
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is smelly like a bog.
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With his wild curiosity le is always lost le is athletic as a lo
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2. the melodies within us give us a rhythm to abide by, however, the rhythms keep us the same melodies with no Harmonie
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everything is monotone with no variation
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3. School is good start
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Do I run? Or do I go?
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Who am I kidding?
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* My favorite color is blue
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spend a lot of time doing arts and craft
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I use a lot of glue
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Once I made a raft
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5. burning house golden flame dirty water poison rain
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cooling breeze hurricane mind awake going insane
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6. The light at the end
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At the end Of the tunnel
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Winding down the boring bleak path of where I am
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The path ahead dark but as I go
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behind me changes
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7. School used to be easy I took that for granted
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To go back to those days would be the best
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But maybe at that time they seemed difficult, tedious, back-breaking
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Maybe in my college years I'll look back
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To freshman year and think the same
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I guess it's all about
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Perspective
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8. I don't know what to write
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But I guess I'm writing a poem about nothing to say I don't know what I'm going to add next I don't know what word rhymes
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But I guess I'm writing a poem on my free time
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9. A poem
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a collection of words
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unlike any others
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the scribbles mask a meaning
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a secretive code
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a story that can be deciphered by few
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a novel of ideas condensed 'using the same words
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the same language we all know
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10. On the couch watching tv
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Bored out of my mind watching Now You See Me
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Its been three hours, and I'm still on this couch
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Nothing to do except waste time
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I'm so lazy i cant earn a dime
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The sunlight eases me into slumber
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its as if the light is taking me under
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Underneath |
