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It's been this way since 1956
– The Clovers, Love Potion No 9
It's been this way since 1956
– The Clovers, Love Potion No 9
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You eel in snake's clothing!
– Disney's Robin Hood
You eel in snake's clothing!
– Disney's Robin Hood
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You'll have to put down the sandals of God!
You'll have to put down the sandals of God!
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You can see a lot, if you have two eyes and you’re not blind and the sun is shining.
– Georg Büchner, Woyzeck
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Scum!
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This isn't some kind of metaphor.
– Shellac, Squirrel Song
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I have some bad news
– guy in bike shop :(
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Your pretty face is going to hell!
– apparently the titel of a new sitcom
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If Sarastro does not turn pale because of you!
– The magic flute
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bye bye Baby, Baby goodbye
– the bay city rollers
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No soul! indeed, you are not very bright, begging your pardon. A rather deplorable observation.
– Henrik Ibsen, Peer Gynt
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For that's the way with ev'ry sailor
(he cannot resist the bliss of being kissed)
– Comedian Harmonists
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If the party is small a clever song is in order.
– Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons
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Whoever isn’t musical has little to enjoy in the world
– Comedian Harmonists, Kannst du pfeifen Johanna?
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Flanked by two swimmers she was led to the inventory control!
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As of now discrepancy is corrupting this mortal world!
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Scoundrel
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Ugh
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Move over Tarzan, stop your fucking screaming
– Pj Harvey, Me-Jane
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Lavender's blue,
dilly, dilly
– Burl Ives
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Baby what did you expect?
Gonna burst into flame, go ahead
–Talking Heads, burning down the house
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a bee in my breast
a snake in my spine
– Leonard Cohen, Book of Longing
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Just a moment later there is another bang: The second shot struck him down.
– Comedian Harmonists, Spanischer Moritat
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BAD
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Son, why do you speak for him?
– variation of a line in "Valhalla rising"
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You may shoot me, you may cut me, but I like the postmops!
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Oh, the ghastly clock
– from Robert Wilson's Peter Pan
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Now thrown back into the hell that is unsatisfied revenge a monstrous flash of lightning hit the earth.
– Heinrich von Kleist, Michael Kohlhaas
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Fool for fire
All will burn
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What's your story?
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We are the ones who can't sleep at night
– Liars, This Dust Makes That Mud
