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Well you know, I had a ray gun back when I was eight.
Zapped and dodged and watched the backs of all my battle mates.
Because back then,
We all lived in an action movie.
And we ran, and we ran, and we ran, and we ran...
And you know, there are times when I still wish
We all lived in an action movie.
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Funk No. 3
01:47
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Grympy Squyrryls
03:40
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That Lost Feeling
05:07
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They used to be quite familiar,
But that, that was a long time ago.
These days it was so rare to see her;
How could he say no?
She said that she was delighted.
She said she was so excited to hear the news.
She asked if she was invited.
He said "No, no, I'm sorry. There won't be enough room.
No, no... Not for you."
He wondered if he should tell her,
As if he had something to say.
There was one thing of which he was pretty sure:
He'd feel a different way on a different day.
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Funk No. 2
02:15
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The Worm and Me
03:47
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It can't hear;
It can't see.
It can only feel.
It inches toward a barren future
'til the bird gets the worm.
It will squirm
but it can't scream.
There is no escape.
It will lose its every nothing
when the bird gets the worm.
But I can hear,
and I can see.
I can understand the worm
though it can't me.
And I can wonder what will happen
when the bird gets me.
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elviaje
06:15
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Sitting in the grass,
She watches the leaves twinkle,
Looks down,
Sees and smooths a wrinkle,
Then wishes she hadn't done.
These things happen fast.
She finds she's never able
To slow down,
Cognize all that's on the table.
Some things are already gone.
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“Forward, towards that new sunrise,” he cried.
Thinking, just to himself, “I must leave this place before another night falls.”
He felt the warmth on his face and hands,
Felt the fire of novel plans,
And he stepped forward;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he left nothing behind.
“Onward!” he cried, as the sun sank low.
His boots slugged slow , mud tugged his toes, and yet he struggled on.
In his mind he saw fresh green and blue
Waiting with limbs wide open
Beyond the vast, dark peaks ahead;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he left nothing behind.
He had arrived, and he found all he had dreamed of and more.
Here was green and blue and pink, and he grinned as the wind blew thick with satisfaction.
But in the moonlight he grew restless,
In his gut an eager knot,
Eyes already gazing outward;
And he was sure
Of what we never are
That he would leave nothing behind.
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