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All things considered, a dozen hundreds seems like a good place to stop. There are infinitely many more good songs, but consider these a starting point.

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Day One Thousand Two Hundred

She is re-creation She, intoxicated by thee She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with she Here I go and I don't know why I spin so ceaselessly 'Til I lose my sense of gravity

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Nine

It's not the way you smile that touched my heart It's not the way you kissed that tears me apart

Many, many, many nights go by I sit alone at home and cry over you What can I do? Don't want nobody, nobody

'Cause, baby, it's you Baby, it's you

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Eight

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Seven

Hitch, hitch-hike, baby, across the floor Whoa, whoa, whoa, I can't stand it no more Now come on, baby Now get into your slide We're gonna ride, ride, ride, little pony ride

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Six

Suspicious minds are talking Trying to tear us apart They say that my love is wrong They don't know what love is

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Five

I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what That's one to live by or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure, André" Got to her station, "Here's my destination" She got off the bus, the conversation lingered in my head for hours Took a shower, kinda sour 'cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit' it But I'm witcha 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Four

Yes, I'm the great pretender Just laughin' and gay like a clown I seem to be what I'm not, you see I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Three

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety One

Too siis mulle päev, kus kõik hetked säraksid. Kingi mulle naer, vikerkaartes sulaksin.

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety One

You know I saw Miss Lucy Down along the tracks She lost her home and her family And she won't be coming back

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety

Preacher was a talkin’, there’s a sermon he gave He said every man’s conscience is vile and depraved You cannot depend on it to be your guide When it’s you who must keep it satisfied It ain’t easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat She gave her heart to the man In the long black coat

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Nine

I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Eight

Up in the clouds, high as a kite Over the city, city We never sleep, we never try When you are with me, with me I wanna stay Oh, I wanna stay here with you 'Cause you make me feel like I could be drivin' you all night And I'll find your lips in the streetlights I wanna be there with you

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Seven

She comes to speak to me I freeze immediately 'Cause what she says sounds so unreal 'Cause somehow I can't believe that anything should happen I know where I belong and nothing's gonna happen

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Six

I saw Papa cry when he Thought that I would die Lookie here I saw Papa cry I saw Papa cry when he Thought that I would die He says something was in his eye I knew it was a lie

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Day One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Five

Yeah, I'm working, making money I'm just starting to build a name I can feel it, 'round the corner I could make it any day

Mother Mother, can you hear me? Sure I'm sober, sure I'm sane Life is perfect, never better Still your daughter, still the same