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We
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take
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sour
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sips
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from
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life's
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lush
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lips
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And
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we
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shake,
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shake,
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shake
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the
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hips
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in
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relationships
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Stomp
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out
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this
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|
disaster
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|
town
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You'll
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put
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your
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eyes
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to
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the
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sun
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and
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say,
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"I
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know
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you're
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only
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blinding
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to
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keep
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back
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what
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the
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clouds
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are
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hiding"
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And
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we
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might
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have
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started
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singing
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just
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a
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little
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soon
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We're
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throwing
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stones
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at
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a
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glass
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|
moon
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Whoa
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oh,
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we're
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so
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miserable
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and
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stunning
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Whoa
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oh,
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love
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songs
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|
for
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the
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genuinely
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|
cunning,
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|
whoa
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|
oh
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We
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keep
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the
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beat
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with
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your
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blistered
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|
feet
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|
And
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we
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bullet
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the
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words
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at
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the
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mockingbirds
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singing
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Slept
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|
through
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the
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|
weekend,
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|
and
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dreaming
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Of
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sinking
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with
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|
the
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melody
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of
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the
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|
cliffs
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of
|
|
eternity
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|
Got
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|
postcards
|
|
from
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|
my
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|
former
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|
selves
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|
saying,
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"How
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|
you
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|
been?"
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|
We
|
|
might
|
|
have
|
|
said
|
|
goodbyes
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|
just
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|
a
|
|
little
|
|
soon
|
|
(Stomp
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|
out
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|
this
|
|
disaster
|
|
town)
|
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|
|
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Robbing
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|
lips,
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|
kissing
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|
banks
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under
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this
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|
moon
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|
Whoa
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|
oh,
|
|
we're
|
|
so
|
|
miserable
|
|
and
|
|
stunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
love
|
|
songs
|
|
for
|
|
the
|
|
genuinely
|
|
cunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
we're
|
|
so
|
|
miserable
|
|
and
|
|
stunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
love
|
|
songs
|
|
for
|
|
the
|
|
genuinely
|
|
cunning,
|
|
whoa
|
|
oh
|
|
It
|
|
was
|
|
ice
|
|
cream
|
|
headaches
|
|
and
|
|
|
|
|
sweet
|
|
avalanche
|
|
When
|
|
the
|
|
pearls
|
|
in
|
|
our
|
|
shells
|
|
got
|
|
up
|
|
to
|
|
dance
|
|
You
|
|
call
|
|
me
|
|
a
|
|
bad
|
|
tipper
|
|
of
|
|
the
|
|
cradle
|
|
But
|
|
I'm
|
|
just
|
|
tired
|
|
yawns
|
|
for
|
|
fawns
|
|
on
|
|
hunter's
|
|
lawns
|
|
We're
|
|
the
|
|
has
|
|
beens
|
|
of
|
|
husbands
|
|
Sharpening
|
|
the
|
|
knives
|
|
of
|
|
young
|
|
wives
|
|
Take
|
|
two
|
|
|
|
|
years
|
|
and
|
|
call
|
|
me
|
|
when
|
|
you're
|
|
better
|
|
Take
|
|
teardrops
|
|
of
|
|
mine,
|
|
find
|
|
yourself
|
|
wetter
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
we're
|
|
so
|
|
miserable
|
|
and
|
|
stunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
love
|
|
songs
|
|
for
|
|
the
|
|
genuinely
|
|
cunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
we're
|
|
so
|
|
miserable
|
|
and
|
|
stunning
|
|
Whoa
|
|
oh,
|
|
love
|
|
songs
|
|
for
|
|
the
|
|
genuinely
|
|
cunning
|
|