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An altruistic breed of travel guide. It's chill, but lord knows you're trying. Zombie kids love to hear that easy. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 03:06:42 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Western Kids ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/western-kids ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/western-kids ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ See how the western kids. Have silicon inside their lips. A mask or an artifice. For the love that their parents give. The northern girls they play the part. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 08:55:08 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Vines ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/vines ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/vines ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ I see meaning where you don't, where you don't. I see waves of pastel orange and yellow paintings fire. I see futures that you won't, that you won't. I see futures where our nights are lost to condensation. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 08:55:08 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Tuesday ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/tuesday ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/tuesday ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Sometimes I call it Tuesday. 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Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas". . 5 Totally Underrated Christmas Songs. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 08:55:08 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Simple Season ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/simple-season ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/simple-season ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Posted up, fours got stained from everything. Sippy cups, here's to us and no one else. You're like me, piece by piece you fall apart. Island home, ain't a terrible start. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 08:55:08 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Poems ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/poems ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/poems ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ Mary packed her bags and left home on a Christmas Eve. For sea soaked skies and dashing lads with cars. An actress orphaned by the social constructs of her art school. ]]></description>      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2017 08:55:08 +0700</pubDate>    </item>    <item>      <title><![CDATA[ Epitaph ]]></title>      <link><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/epitaph ]]></link>      <guid isPermaLink="false"><![CDATA[ https://www.forgotlyrics.com/hippo-campus/epitaph ]]></guid>      <description><![CDATA[ I'm blind and afraid. The colors of this sound like a shape. The feast of words you never could say. 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