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AAwaken all those whispC#mers
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Btrading in my shelter for dF#manger
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ACan't tell the real from refC#mlection
AWhen all these faces look the sC#ame to me
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ASome days are strange to nC#mumbers
ASome say the seventh sounds a lC#ittle bit stranger
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DBut I still can feel those sBplinters of ice
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...Bwalking away like a straF#mnger