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Boy
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you
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got
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me
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helpless.
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Look
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into
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your
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eyes
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and
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the
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sky's
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the
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limit.
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I'm
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helpless.
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Down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'
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in
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'em.
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I
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have
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never
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been
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the
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type
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to
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try
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and
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grab
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the
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spotlight.
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We
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were
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at
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a
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revel
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with
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some
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rebels
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on
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a
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hot
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night.
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Laughin'
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at
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my
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sister
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as
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she's
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dazzlin'
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the
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room
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then
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you
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walked
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in
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and
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Answer
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my
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heart
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went,
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"boom!"
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Tryna
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catch
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your
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eye
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from
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the
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side
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of
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the
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ballroom.
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Everybody's
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dancin'
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and
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the
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band's
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top
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volume.
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Grind
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to
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the
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rhythm
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as
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we
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wine
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and
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dine.
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Grab
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my
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sister
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and
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whisper,
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"Yo,
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this
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one's
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mine."
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My
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sister
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made
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her
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way
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across
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the
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room
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to
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you
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and
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I
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got
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nervous
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thinking,
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"what's
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she
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gonna
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do?"
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She
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grabs
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you
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by
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the
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Answer
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arm,
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I'm
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thinkin',
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"I'm
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through."
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Then
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you
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look
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back
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at
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me
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and
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suddenly
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I'm
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helpless.
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Oh,
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look
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at
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those
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eyes
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and
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the
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sky's
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the
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limit.
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I'm
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helpless.
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Down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'.
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Helpless
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Look
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into
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your
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eyes
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And
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the
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sky's
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the
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limit.
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I'm
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helpless.
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I
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know
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I'm
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down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'
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in
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'em.
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One
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week
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later,
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I'm
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writin'
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Answer
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a
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letter
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nightly.
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Now
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my
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life
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gets
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better
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every
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letter
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that
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you
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write
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me.
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Laughin'
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at
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my
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sister
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'cause
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she
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wants
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to
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form
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a
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harem.
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"I'm
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just
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sayin',
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if
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you
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really
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loved
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me
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you
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would
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share
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him."
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Ha!
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Two
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weeks
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later
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in
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the
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livin'
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room
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stressin'.
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My
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father's
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stone-faced
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while
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you're
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askin'
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for
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his
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blessin'.
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I'm
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dyin'
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inside
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as
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you
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wine
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and
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dine.
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Answer
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And
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I'm
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tryin'
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not
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to
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cry
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'cause
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there's
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nothin'
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that
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your
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mind
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can't
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do.
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My
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father
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makes
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his
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way
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across
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the
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room
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to
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you.
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I
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panic
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for
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a
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second,
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thinkin',
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"we're
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through."
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But
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then
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he
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shakes
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your
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hand
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and
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says,
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"Be
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true"
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and
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you
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turn
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back
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to
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me,
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smilin'
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and
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helpless.
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Look
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into
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your
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eyes
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and
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the
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sky's
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the
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|
limit.
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I'm
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helpless.
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Answer
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Down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'
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in
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'em.
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Helpless
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(That
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boy
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is
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mine)
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That
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boy
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is
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mine.
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Look
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into
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your
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eyes
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and
|
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the
|
|
sky's
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the
|
|
limit.
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I'm
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helpless.
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Down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'
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in
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'em.
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Eliza,
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I
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don't
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have
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a
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dollar
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to
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my
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name,
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an
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acre
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of
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land,
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troop
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to
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command,
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a
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dollap
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of
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fame.
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All
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I
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have's
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my
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Answer
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honor,
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a
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tolerance
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for
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pain,
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a
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couple
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of
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college
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credits
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and
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a
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top-notch
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brain.
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Insane,
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your
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family
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brings
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out
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a
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different
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side
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of
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me.
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Peggy
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confides
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in
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me,
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Angelica
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tried
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to
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take
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a
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bite
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of
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me.
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No
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stress,
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my
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love
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for
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you
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is
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never
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in
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doubt,
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we'll
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get
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a
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little
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place
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in
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Harlem
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and
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we'll
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figure
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it
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out.
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I've
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been
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livin'
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without
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Answer
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a
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family
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since
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I
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was
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a
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child.
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My
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father
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left,
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my
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mother
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died,
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I
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grew
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up
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buckwild.
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But
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I'll
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never
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forget
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my
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mother's
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face,
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that
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was
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real
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and
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long
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as
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I'm
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alive,
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Eliza,
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swear
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to
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God
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you'll
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never
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feel
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so
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helpless.
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I
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do
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Eliza
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Helpless
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I
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do
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I've
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never
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felt
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so
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helpless
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yeah
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Down
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for
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the
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count
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and
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I'm
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drownin'
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in
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'em
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