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ចំណងជើងអង្កត់ធ្នូ
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Tornado
We Ran Out And Headed For. An Underground In A Thunderstorm. Holding On In The Yellow Light. I Pray For Rain Twice A Night. Ill Be Waiting For The Next Time. We Get Stuck In A Tornado. I Dont Care If
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Cicada
Youre Everything Im Thinking Of. From Time To Time And Dust To Dust. Whenever Theres A Lull Between The Void. You Fill The Silence. Languid On The Couch. Think I Need To Figure This One Out. Im Lost B