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They Made Me a Killer
They Met in Argentina
They Met in Bombay
They Met in a Taxi
They Met in the Dark
They Might Be Giants
They Never Come Back
They Only Come Out at Night
They Only Kill Their Masters
They Raid by Night
They Ran for Their Lives
They Saved Hitler's Brain
They Shall Have Music
They Shoot Horses, Don't They?
They Still Call Me Bruce
They Wanted to Marry
They Went That-A-Way & That-A-Way
They Were Expendable
They Were Not Divided
They Were So Young
They Won't Believe Me
They Won't Forget
They are Seven Like the Seven Plagues
They're Playing with Fire
They're a Weird Mob
They've Killed President Lincoln!