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Enola Fall
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Every Prick Has His Day
Still fighting back over the same ground But I called you up 'cause I want you to see a strange object I've found
Buried in the sand between the sea and the land As the sun turned the snow into sparks in my hand
I know that you say Every prick has his day When I finally pull myself out of the salt and the spray
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