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Arrgh...my rusty brain...
Merry: "No, seriously, listen..."
"Wired are the eyes of a horse on a jet plane, one that smiled as he flew over the bay."
Pippin: "What's a jet plane?"
Merry: "That, my friend, is my remorse. For the horse..."
Pippin: "Wait, is this the song about that Chinese food?"
Merry: "Stop thinking about food for a moment!"
Pippin: "Okay, what about..."
"Psycho! Groupie! Pipeweed! Crazy! Psycho groupie pipeweed crazy psycho groupie pipe, makes you high, makes you high, makes you really wanna..."
Merry: "Honestly, there's no talking to you sometimes!"
Pippin: "I think me, I want life..."
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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