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I was with the sonics this summer and I called a lamp avant-garde in a snooty voice as a joke and Thurston and Kim laughed and Lee was like "no, it's not quite avant-garde."
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Let's soak our toes in champagne, let's dance on a lonely street
Let's kick up a cloud of dust and shake our heads to a fancy beat
Let's squish the life out of everything and cheer through a swanky ghost
Let's bathe in a cup of dreams and share in a saucy toast
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