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By Clutch, No horizon is obscured by the clouds. Settlements make nary
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By Clutch, Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment
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By Clutch, I was told a story while I warned them of
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By Clutch, After defying the grip on the hangman's noose
And recovering my
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By Clutch, Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of
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By Clutch, This was always the last place
I expected to be
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By Clutch, Everything gunna be all-right,
Everything gunna be all-right ...Yah!
Everything gunna be
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By Clutch, if you thought it was boring in Jordan
then come out
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By Clutch, Mistress of ices
Stygian Skater
Scribing devices
Dancing on sabres
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By Clutch, Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't
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By Clutch, Captain America, where are you now?
Minuteman, please show me
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By Clutch, Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see
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By Clutch, Temptation of Indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind
An elegy
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By Clutch, As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light
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By Clutch, Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring.
But inside they're
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By Clutch, The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat
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By Clutch, Can't funk with the feel
Or with the other three
This mother
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By Clutch, Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything
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By Clutch, They came marchin down the street in robes,
In the spirit
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By Clutch, A kaleidoscope program
Is functioning so beautifully
Fire up all
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By Clutch, Every day I wake up we drink a lot of
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By Clutch, Haha haha! Mmhmm mmhmm...
So tell me, when you took
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By Clutch, Will you be entertained by beast and knives?
Vital mentalisms will
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By Clutch, Well, all right.
There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they
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By Clutch, Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried
And
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By Clutch, Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag
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By Clutch, If knee-deep in cat nip
At the old icebox
I
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By Clutch, Scientific progress
All too real
Dialectic nonsense
All unreal
Dial in the sands
Droid on
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By Clutch, Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified
And
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By Clutch, Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom
Eating peaches
