Andy
The Velvet Underground Lyrics


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If I could be anything in the world that flew
I would be a bat and come swooping after you
And if the last time you were here, things were a bit askew
Well, you know what happens after dark
When rattlesnakes loose their skins and their hearts
And all the missionaries loose their bark
All the trees are calling after you
And all the venom snipers after you
Are all the mountains boulder after you

If I could be anything of the things in this world that bite
Instead of being a tethered ocelot on a leash
I'd rather be your kite
And be tied to the end of your string
And flying in the air, babe, at night
Because you know what they say about honey bears
When you shave off all their baby hair
You've got a hairy minded big bare bear
And all the bells are rolling out for you
And stones are all erupting out for you
And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you

Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving down the street
And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet
Her belly button was her mouth
Which meant she tasted what she'd speak
But the funny thing is what happened to her nose
It grew until it reached all of her toes
Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose
And curtains laced with diamonds, dear, for you
And kingdom's Christian sailors (soldiers), dear, for you
And melting ice cap mountains, dear, for you
And knights in flaming silver robes for you




And bats, that with a kiss turn prince for you
Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock ...

Overall Meaning

The Velvet Underground's "Andy" is a surreal and enigmatic song that can be interpreted in multiple ways. The lyrics depict a dream-like world where the singer transforms into things that could both fly and bite. The song starts with the singer wanting to be a bat that swoops after his beloved. The use of the bat as a metaphor could be for the singer's desire to be in control and possessive. The lyrics that follow paint a picture of a world that's turned upside down, where rattlesnakes loose their skins and hearts, and missionaries lose their bark. This world seems to be calling out to the singer's beloved, with venom snipers and mountains boulder chasing after her.


The second verse is just as surreal. The singer expresses the wish to be anything in the world that bites, including a hairy big bear or a kite tied to the end of his beloved's string. The use of these metaphors could indicate the singer's desire to be close to his beloved, to be loved and cherished by her. The verse ends with the singer saying that all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after his beloved. This line could also be interpreted in multiple ways, including as a commentary on the people that surround the singer and his beloved.


Line by Line Meaning

If I could be anything in the world that flew
If there was something in the world that could fly, I would want to be that


I would be a bat and come swooping after you
I would want to be a bat so that I could swoop down and be near you


And if the last time you were here, things were a bit askew
If the last time you were here, things were not quite right


Well, you know what happens after dark
At nighttime strange things can happen


When rattlesnakes loose their skins and their hearts
When rattlesnakes shed their skin and seem to become different creatures


And all the missionaries loose their bark
When the people who try to convert others to their beliefs suddenly act differently


All the trees are calling after you
Everything seems to be reaching out to you


And all the venom snipers after you
Even dangerous creatures seem to be following you


Are all the mountains boulder after you
Even mountains and rocks are paying attention to you


If I could be anything of the things in this world that bite
If there was something in the world that could bite, I would want to be that


Instead of being a tethered ocelot on a leash
Instead of being a caged and restrained wild animal


I'd rather be your kite
I would rather be on a string and flying up high, controlled by you


And be tied to the end of your string
I want to be connected to you and under your control


And flying in the air, babe, at night
I want to be with you, flying through the night sky


Because you know what they say about honey bears
There is a saying about a certain type of bear


When you shave off all their baby hair
When you remove their fur


You've got a hairy minded big bare bear
You end up with a very strange and different type of animal


And all the bells are rolling out for you
Everything is coming together for you


And stones are all erupting out for you
Even the ground seems to be reacting to your presence


And all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after you
Even the people who take advantage of others are drawn to you


Yesterday, Daisy Mae and Biff were grooving down the street
There were two people walking down the street


And just like in a movie, her hands became her feet
Something strange and unbelievable happened, like in a movie


Her belly button was her mouth
Her body seemed to be changing in strange ways


Which meant she tasted what she'd speak
Her words and actions were closely tied together


But the funny thing is what happened to her nose
There was another strange change to her body


It grew until it reached all of her toes
Her nose grew incredibly long


Now, when people say her feet smell, they mean her nose
There was a strange reversal of body parts and their functions


And curtains laced with diamonds, dear, for you
There are beautiful things waiting for you


And kingdom's Christian sailors (soldiers), dear, for you
Even powerful and important people are drawn to you


And melting ice cap mountains, dear, for you
Even the most remote and inaccessible places are affected by your presence


And knights in flaming silver robes for you
There are powerful and heroic figures who would do anything for you


And bats, that with a kiss turn prince for you
Even the creatures that seem the weirdest or most unlikely can become something great for you


Swoop, swoop, oh, baby, rock, rock ...
Engaging in a playful and romantic activity together




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Written by: LOU REED

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Lyrics of all the songs of the album:
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning, brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

I'm Waiting For The Man
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Aw then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
(Walk me home)

Femme Fatale
Here she comes
You better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two
It's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down
What a clown
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown
What a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool
Yes, it's true
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
Oh (she's a femme fatale)

Venus in Furs
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now bleed for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Run Run Run
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you're gonna find there
You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
And she would run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene
She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do

All Tomorrow's Parties
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties.
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties.
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

Heroin
I don't know just where I'm going,
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can,
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein,
And I'll tell 'ya, things aren't quite the same,
When I'm rushin' on my run,
And I feel just like Jesus' son,
And I guess that I just don't know,
And I guess that I just don't know.
I have made the big decision:
I'm gonna try to nullify my life.
'Cause when the blood begins to flow,
When it shoots up the dropper's neck,
When I'm closing in on death,
And you can't help me now, you guys,
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk,
You can all go take a walk.
And I guess that I just don't know,
And I guess that I just don't know.
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas,
On a great big clipper ship,
Going from this land here to that,
In a sailor's suit and cap,
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town,
And of himself, and those around.
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.
Heroin, be the death of me.
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life,
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head,
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow,
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town,
And all the politicians makin' busy sounds,
And everybody puttin' everybody else down,
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds,
'Cause when the smack begins to flow,
Then I really don't care anymore.
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood,
And that blood is in my head,
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead,
Then thank your God that I'm not aware,
And thank God that I just don't care,
And I guess I just don't know,
And I guess I just don't know.

There She Goes Again
There she goes again
She's out on the streets again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends she's gonna meet
You better hit her
There she goes again
She's knocked out on her feet again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet
You better hit her
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away
See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet
She's gonna bawl and shout
She's gonna work it
She's gonna work it out, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye bye b b b baby
All she's all right

I'll Be Your Mirror
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand to your darkness, so you won't be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I'll be your mirror
I'll be your mirror
I'll be your mirror
I'll be your mirror
I'll be your mirror



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Lyrics of all the songs of the album:
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning, brings the dawn in
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
There's always someone around you who will call
It's nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning

I'm Waiting For The Man
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody-body's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Aw then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
(Walk me home)

Femme Fatale
Here she comes
You better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two
It's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down
What a clown
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown
What a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool
Yes, it's true
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
'Cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The thing she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
Oh (she's a femme fatale)

Venus in Furs
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now bleed for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girl child in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Run Run Run
Teenage Mary said to Uncle Dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to Union Square
You never know who you're gonna find there
You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Marguerita Passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it
And she would run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Seasick Sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene
She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do
Beardless Harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
'Cause he had to run, run, run, run, run Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy Death and you
Tell you whatcha do

All Tomorrow's Parties
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow's parties.
And what shall she do and where will she go
When midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
White silks and linens of yesterday's gowns
To all tomorrow's parties.
And what will she do with Thursday's rags
When Monday comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow's parties?
For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow's parties

Heroin
I don't know just where I'm going,
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can,
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein,
And I'll tell 'ya, things aren't quite the same,
When I'm rushin' on my run,
And I feel just like Jesus' son,
And I guess that I just don't know,
And I guess that I just don't know.
I have made the big decision:
I'm gonna try to nullify my life.
'Cause when the blood begins to flow,
When it shoots up the dropper's neck,
When I'm closing in on death,
And you can't help me now, you guys,
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk,
You can all go take a walk.
And I guess that I just don't know,
And I guess that I just don't know.
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas,
On a great big clipper ship,
Going from this land here to that,
In a sailor's suit and cap,
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town,
And of himself, and those around.
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know.
Heroin, be the death of me.
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life,
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head,
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow,
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town,
And all the politicians makin' busy sounds,
And everybody puttin' everybody else down,
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds,
'Cause when the smack begins to flow,
Then I really don't care anymore.
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood,
And that blood is in my head,
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead,
Then thank your God that I'm not aware,
And thank God that I just don't care,
And I guess I just don't know,
And I guess I just don't know.

There She Goes Again
There she goes again
She's out on the streets again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
She won't take it from just any guy, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends she's gonna meet
You better hit her
There she goes again
She's knocked out on her feet again
She's down on her knees, my friend
But you know she'll never ask you please again
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she would fly, what can you do
You see her walkin' on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet
You better hit her
Now take a look, there's no tears in her eyes
Like a bird, you know she will fly, fly, fly away
See her walking on down the street
Look at all your friends that she's gonna meet
She's gonna bawl and shout
She's gonna work it
She's gonna work it out, bye bye
Bye bye, bye bye bye b b b baby
All she's all right

I'll Be Your Mirror
I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you don't know
The beauty you are
But if you don't let me be your eyes
A hand to your darkness, so you won't be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you
I'll be your mirror



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The Black Angel's Death Song
Myriad had choice of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
What had he to lose?
Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep
Where the Black Angel did weep, not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother walked on through the night
With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut from the knife
Of GT
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said, "So long" to his skull
Shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razors, forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool, good buy
So you fly to the cozy brown snow of the east
Gonna choose, choose again
Sacrificials remain make it hard to forget
Where you come from, the stools of your eyes serve to realize fame
Choose again
And Rovermans' refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
With the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
And if the stone glances off, split didactics in two
Leave the color of the mouse trails, don't scream, try between
If you choose
If you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game
I-che-che
Che-che-I
Che-che-che
Ka-tah-ko
Choose to choose
Choose to choose
Choose to go

European Son
You killed your European son
You spit on those under twenty-one
But now your blue car's gone
You better say so long
Hey hey, bye bye bye
You made your wallpapers green
You want to make love to the scene
Your European son is gone
You'd better say so long
Your clown's bid you goodbye



Valley of (K.)(Y?)U. S.S.:in my head

👋👍👏 Almost the same!
We formed a group. It was truly improvisation and experimental trio.

And my friend had (after we moved) 2 "album of the year" here... 2nd was "best alternative" solo :)

Write there: "Jukka Nousiainen: Manuaalit Hukassa... or... his "Aurinko paistaa romukasaan".

He's a great man. Talented and truly friend(-ly). We made our trio and duo records about 7,5 years btw. Then we moved away. Separation roads.

So THAT verse is true :)



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You can hear every music style this album had influenced:
1. Sunday Morning - dream pop
2. I'm Waiting for the Man - punk rock
3. Venus in Furs - drone rock
4. All Tomorrow's Parties - gothic rock
5. Heroin - post-rock
6. There She Goes Again - jangle pop
7. The Black Angel Death's Song - avant folk

Bart from Belgium

8. Stredembledefle rock

daz it mane

Correct me if I’m wrong but weren’t the Beatles doing drone rock before this album ?

Glen Garcia

Don't forget Nico's sultry tones on "Feme Fatale."

James Stoltzfus

You win the Nobel Prize in Cool

Tommaso Savoia

A lot of music styles, but our lives overall

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