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Answer
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Yeah
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Yo
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This
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is
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not
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the
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end,
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this
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is
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not
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the
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beginning
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Just
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a
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voice
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like
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a
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riot
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rocking
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every
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revision
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But
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you
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listen
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to
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the
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tone
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and
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the
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violent
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rhythm
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And
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though
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the
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words
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sound
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steady,
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something
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empty’s
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within
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’em
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We
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say,
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yeah,
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with
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fists
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flying
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up
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in
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the
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air
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Like
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we’re
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holding
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onto
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something
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that’s
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Answer
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invisible
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there
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’Cause
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we’re
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living
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at
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the
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mercy
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of
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the
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pain
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and
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the
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fear
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Until
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we
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dead
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it,
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forget
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it,
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let
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it
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all
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disappear
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Waiting
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for
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the
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end
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to
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come
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Wishing
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I
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had
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strength
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to
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stand
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This
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is
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not
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what
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I
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had
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planned
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It’s
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out
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of
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my
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control
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Flying
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at
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the
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speed
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of
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light
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Thoughts
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were
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spinning
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Answer
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in
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my
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head
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So
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many
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things
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were
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left
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unsaid
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It’s
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hard
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to
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let
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you
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go
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(Oh)
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I
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know
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what
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it
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takes
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to
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move
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on
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(Oh)
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I
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know
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how
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it
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feels
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to
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lie
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(Oh)
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All
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I
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wanna
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do
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is
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trade
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this
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life
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for
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something
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new
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(Oh)
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Holding
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on
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to
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what
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I
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haven’t
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got
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Sitting
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in
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an
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empty
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room
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Answer
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Trying
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to
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forget
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the
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past
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This
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was
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never
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meant
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to
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last
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I
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wish
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it
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wasn’t
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so
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(Oh)
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I
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know
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what
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it
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takes
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to
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move
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on
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(Oh)
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I
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know
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how
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it
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feels
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to
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lie
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(Oh)
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All
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I
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wanna
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do
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is
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trade
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this
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life
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for
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something
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new
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(Oh)
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Holding
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on
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to
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what
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I
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haven’t
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got
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(Yo,
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yo)
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What
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was
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Answer
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left
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when
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that
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fire
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was
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gone?
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I
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thought
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it
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felt
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right,
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but
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that
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right
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was
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wrong
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All
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caught
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up
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in
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the
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eye
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of
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the
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storm
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And
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trying
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to
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figure
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out
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what
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it’s
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like
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moving
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on
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And
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I
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don’t
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even
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know
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what
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kind
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of
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|
things
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I
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said
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My
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mouth
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kept
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moving
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and
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my
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mind
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went
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dead
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So
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I’m
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|
Answer
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picking
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up
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|
the
|
|
pieces
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now
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where
|
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to
|
|
begin?
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The
|
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hardest
|
|
part
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|
of
|
|
ending
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is
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starting
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again
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All
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I
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wanna
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do
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is
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trade
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this
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life
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for
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something
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new
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Holding
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on
|
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to
|
|
what
|
|
I
|
|
haven’t
|
|
got
|
|
This
|
|
is
|
|
not
|
|
the
|
|
end,
|
|
this
|
|
is
|
|
not
|
|
the
|
|
beginning
|
|
Just
|
|
a
|
|
voice
|
|
like
|
|
a
|
|
riot
|
|
rocking
|
|
every
|
|
revision
|
|
But
|
|
you
|
|
listen
|
|
|
Answer
|
|
to
|
|
the
|
|
tone
|
|
and
|
|
the
|
|
violent
|
|
rhythm
|
|
Though
|
|
the
|
|
words
|
|
sound
|
|
steady,
|
|
something
|
|
empty’s
|
|
within
|
|
’em
|
|
We
|
|
say,
|
|
yeah,
|
|
with
|
|
fists
|
|
flying
|
|
up
|
|
in
|
|
the
|
|
air
|
|
Like
|
|
we’re
|
|
holding
|
|
onto
|
|
something
|
|
that’s
|
|
invisible
|
|
there
|
|
’Cause
|
|
we’re
|
|
living
|
|
at
|
|
the
|
|
mercy
|
|
of
|
|
the
|
|
pain
|
|
and
|
|
the
|
|
fear
|
|
Until
|
|
we
|
|
get
|
|
it,
|
|
forget
|
|
it,
|
|
let
|
|
it
|
|
all
|
|
disappear
|
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