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Malpaso, Texas. December 31st 1899. 11:59 pm. The church bell sounds the coming of the 20th century...
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| I stand on the cusp of a new era, just a-bellowin' into the void... | |
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...That's why I'm easy...
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| The bells you hear are nought but my own godless gamelan, apt to ensnare young cowpokes into premature participation in the future... | |
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...I'm easy like Sunday Morning...
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| It's good to be alive... in 1985. | |
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