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Mew
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Pearl Jam
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Joseph Arthur
Indigo Girls 
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!!!
Alkaline Trio
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Falling with Style!
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Plumb
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 eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! each pray'r accepted and each wish resign'd  
 Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.  
 It means you're a baboon, and I'm not! Hee hee hee hahaha  
 I'll paint you mornings of gold, I'll spin you Valentine evenings...  
 Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me  
 Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!  
 Sans toi, les emotions d'aujourd hui ne seraient que la peau morte des emotions d'autrefois / Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's  
 wouldnt it be loverly?  
 Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.  
Oh, do you feel the breeze from the subway. Isn't it delicious? 
 Wiggle your big toe  
 But why's rum gone?  
 I wonder why I didn't see it there before.  
 When you know the notes to sing, you can sing most any thing.  
 kitty  
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.