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,Title,Lyrics
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0,Speak To Me,"
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I've been mad for fucking years
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Absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks
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Been working me buns off for bands
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I've always been mad, I know I've been mad
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Like the most of us have
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Very hard to explain why you're mad
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Even if you're not mad
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Hahahahahahaha! Hehehehehehehe!
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Ah-ah-ah
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1,Breathe,"
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Breathe, breathe in the air
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Don't be afraid to care
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Leave, but don't leave me
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Look around
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Choose your own ground
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Long you live and high you fly
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And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
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And all you touch and all you see
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Is all your life will ever be
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Run, rabbit run
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Dig that hole, forget the sun
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And when at last the work is done
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Don't sit down
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It's time to dig another one
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For long you live and high you fly
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But only if you ride the tide
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And balanced on the biggest wave
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You race towards an early grave
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2,On The Run,"
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""Have your baggage and your passports ready and follow the green line to customs and then to immigration. BA 215 to Rome, Cairo and Lagos...""
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""Live for today, gone tomorrow. That's me... ha ha ha...""
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3,Time,"
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
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Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
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Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
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Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
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You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
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And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
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No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
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Racing around to come up behind you again
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The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
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Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
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Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
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Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
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The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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Home, home again
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I like to be here when I can
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And when I come home cold and tired
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It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
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Far away, across the field
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The tolling of the iron bell
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Calls the faithful to their knees
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To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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4,Breathe - Reprise,"
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Home, home again
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I like to be there when I can
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When I come in cold and tired
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It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
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Far away across the field
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The tolling of the iron bell
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Calls the faithful to their knees
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To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
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5,The Great Gig In The Sky,"
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And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind
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Why should I be frightened of dying?
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There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime
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I never said I was frightened to die
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6,Money,"
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Money, get away
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You get a good job with more pay and you're OK
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Money, it's a gas
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Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
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New car, caviar, four-star daydream
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Think I'll buy me a football team
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Money, get back
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I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
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Money, it's a hit
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Ah, don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
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I'm in the high-fidelity first-class traveling set
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And I think I need a Learjet
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Money, it's a crime
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Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
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Money, so they say
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Is the root of all evil today
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But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away
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Away, away, away
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Away, away, away
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Away, ooh
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""Ha-ha! I was in the right!""
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""Yes, absolutely in the right!""
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""I certainly was in the right!""
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""Yeah, I was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!""
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""Why does anyone do anything?""
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""Yeah!""
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""Why does anyone do anything?""
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""I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!""
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""I was just telling him it was in, he could get it in number two. He was asking why it wasn't coming up on fader eleven. After, I was yelling and screaming and telling him why it wasn't coming up on fader eleven. It came to a heavy blow, which sorted the matter out.""
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7,Us And Them,"
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Wasn't the right
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[?]
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Why does anyone do anything?
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Just tell me
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I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!
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Us (Us, us, us, us, us) and them (Them, them, them, them)
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And after all, we're only ordinary men
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Me (Me, me, me, me, me) and you (You, you, you, you, you)
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God only knows it's not what we would choose to do (To do, to do, to do)
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""Forward!"" he cried from the rear
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And the front rank died
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The general sat and the lines on the map
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Moved from side to side
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Black (Black, black, black, black) and blue (Blue, blue, blue, blue)
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And who knows which is which and who is who (Is who, is who, is who, is who)
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Up (Up, up, up, up, up) and down (Down, down, down, down)
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And in the end it's only round and round (round, round, round), and round (round, round, round, round)
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""Haven't you heard it's a battle of words?""
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The poster bearer cried
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""Listen, son,"" said the man with the gun
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""There's room for you inside""
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I mean, they're not gonna kill ya
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So like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock
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They won't do it again
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Dig it? I mean, he got off lightly
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'Cause I would've given him a thrashing
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I only hit him once!
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It was only a difference of right and wrong, innit?
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But really, I mean good manners don't cost nothing, do they, eh?
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Down (Down, down, down, down) and out (Out, out, out, out)
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It can't be helped, but there's a lot of it about
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With (With, with, with, with), without
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And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? (About, about, about, about?)
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Out of the way, it's a busy day
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I've got things on my mind
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For want of the price of tea and a slice
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The old man died
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8,Brain Damage,"
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The lunatic is on the grass
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The lunatic is on the grass
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Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
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Got to keep the loonies on the path
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The lunatic is in the hall
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The lunatics are in my hall
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The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
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And every day the paper boy brings more
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And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
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And if there is no room upon the hill
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And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
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The lunatic is in my head
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The lunatic is in my head
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You raise the blade, you make the change
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You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
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You lock the door and throw away the key
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There's someone in my head but it's not me.
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And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
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You shout and no one seems to hear
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And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
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I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
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I can't think of anything to say except...
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I think it's marvelous! Ha, ha, ha!
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9,Eclipse,"
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All that you touch
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And all that you see
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All that you taste
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All you feel
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And all that you love
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And all that you hate
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All you distrust
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All you save
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And all that you give
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And all that you deal
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And all that you buy,
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Beg, borrow or steal
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And all you create
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And all you destroy
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And all that you do
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And all that you say
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And all that you eat
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And everyone you meet
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And all that you slight
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And everyone you fight
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And all that is now
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And all that is gone
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And all that's to come
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And everything under the sun is in tune
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But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
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There is no dark side of the moon, really.
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Matter of fact, it's all dark.
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"
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