[ti:Drunken Birds]
[ar:Cursive]
[al:World We View]
[t_time:(02:33)]
[00:00.00]Cursive - Drunken Birds
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[00:10.22]Mimicry's the most ulcerous form of mockery
[00:14.80]It rewards me handsomely
[00:17.01]Don't kill the mockingbird
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[00:19.85]Two teaspoons of the old elixir!
[00:23.10]Magpie looks in the mirror
[00:26.47]The external world seems to disappear
[00:29.89]What exactly, do you see in there?
[00:32.48]Four teaspoons of the old elixir!
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[00:36.40]Drunken birds falling off the balcony
[00:40.33]You got to flap them wings
[00:42.16]Learning how to teach your parrot to speak...
[00:45.09]A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
[00:48.07]How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
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[00:53.74]Repeat after me: I need to delete all history
[01:01.27]Some things are best left repressed
[01:08.09]Albatross necktie looks so dignified
[01:13.73]But you got to loosen it up
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[01:17.39]Eight teaspoons of the old elixir!
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[01:20.99]Drunken birds weaving through sycamores...
[01:28.66]How to teach your parrot to speak...
[01:31.33]A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing
[01:34.55]How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey
[01:40.95]Cagey!
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[02:01.75]I need to delete all history
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[02:09.26]Sixteen spoons of the old elixir
[02:12.51]Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir
[02:15.65]Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir
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[02:19.10]Night, night!
[02:22.24]Night, night!
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