David Lynch and Mark Frost’s weird world keeps spinning over two eccentric albums.
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“What year is it?”
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“I am the FBI.”
“I’ve been loving you too long to stop now…”
“Do you really wanna fuck with this?”
“Just you/ And I/ Together forever/ In love.”
“You don’t ever wanna know about that.”
“Hello, Johnny. How are you today? Hello, Johnny. How are you today?”