| 1 |
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not in an anthropological mood |
Ganavya |
4:56 |
| 2 |
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first notebook of songs |
Ganavya |
8:40 |
| 3 |
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forgive me my |
Ganavya |
5:23 |
| 4 |
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seal |
Ganavya |
2:50 |
| 5 |
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el kebda, let it go |
Ganavya |
5:17 |
| 6 |
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we made it to the underpass |
Ganavya |
1:33 |
| 7 |
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our mother is our daughter is |
Ganavya |
3:42 |
| 8 |
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(sister said) home is a direct |
Ganavya |
8:46 |
| 9 |
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we're still at the underpass |
Ganavya |
1:39 |
| 10 |
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call it luck if you want to |
Ganavya |
5:49 |
| 11 |
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call her by her name, enheduan |
Ganavya |
3:15 |
| 12 |
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growing sense of wonder |
Ganavya |
3:28 |
| 13 |
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I walk again, eyes towards the |
Ganavya |
4:21 |
