Who stole the sun from my heart?
I'll pack it back with firecrackers and gasoline and politely ask someone for a match made in heaven.
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- Here we go again...
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- What do I look like when I talk to anyone?
- Revalation
- Mets vs. Yankees
- Dumb rhyme redux
- Rivalry: Mets vs. Yankees
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- Nothing says childhood like a favorite cereal
- The Waiting is the Hardest Part
- Sling
- NADA
- Rhythm speeds to the point
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- Ulysses
- Significant distraction
- Bad guy, retread
- Mindless
- Skull needle
- Lover at high noon
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- Flash burn radio gaze
- The Eagle has landed
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- Shakespeare - Julius Caesar
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- Tired, Wired, Wiser
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