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Answer
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I
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think
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we
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got
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this
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In
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a
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wedding
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dress
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and
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a
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Casio
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watch
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This
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year’s
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a
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plot
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twist
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‘Cause
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I’m
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not
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the
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type
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to
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be
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certain
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a
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lot
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Ran
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for
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the
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trenches
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and
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there
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you
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were
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humming
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“Strawberry
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Fields”
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No
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more
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defences,
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no
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more
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defences
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You
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are
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better
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than
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you
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know
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yourself
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I
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found
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you
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off
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the
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highest
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shelf
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I’ll
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always
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feel
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the
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way
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I
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felt
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Sat
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in
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a
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pub
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on
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the
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Heath
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First
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kiss,
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first
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Friday
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in
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June
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You
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asked
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what
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I’d
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tell
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my
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friends,
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said
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“It’s
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a
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glowing
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review”
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Baby,
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nothing
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much
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has
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changed,
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I
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guess
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your
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buzz
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cut,
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it
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grew
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But
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I’m
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still
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the
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girl
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with
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the
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blush,
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giving
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a
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glowing
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review
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Well
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make
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a
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home
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on
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the
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cracks,
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we’ll
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tell
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nothing
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but
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the
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truth
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And
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for
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the
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rest
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of
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my
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life,
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you’ll
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get
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a
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glowing
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review
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(Ooh,
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maybe)
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Maybe
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it’s
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perfect,
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maybe
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it’s
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incredibly
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flawed
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It
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doesn’t
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matter
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I’m
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happy
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honey,
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I’m
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locking
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the
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door
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This
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is
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our
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shelter,
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birthdays
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are
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nailed
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to
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the
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fridge
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What
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Answer
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did
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I
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tell
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you,
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what
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did
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I
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tell
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you?
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You
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are
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better
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that
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you
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know
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yourself
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|
I
|
|
found
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|
you
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|
off
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|
the
|
|
highest
|
|
shelf
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|
I’ll
|
|
always
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|
feel
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the
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|
way
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I
|
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felt,
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felt,
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|
felt
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Sat
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in
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a
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pub
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on
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|
the
|
|
heath
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|
First
|
|
kiss,
|
|
first
|
|
Friday
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|
in
|
|
June
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|
You
|
|
asked
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|
what
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|
I’d
|
|
tell
|
|
my
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|
friends,
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|
said
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“It’s
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a
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|
glowing
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|
review”
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|
Baby
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nothing
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much
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has
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changed,
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I
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guess
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your
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|
buzz
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cut,
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it
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grew
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But
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I’m
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still
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the
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girl
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with
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the
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blush,
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giving
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a
|
|
glowing
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|
review
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We’ll
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make
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a
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home
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on
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the
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cracks,
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we’ll
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tell
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nothing
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but
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the
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truth
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And
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for
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the
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|
rest
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|
of
|
|
my
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life,
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you’ll
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get
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a
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glowing
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review
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(Oh,
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yeah)
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Blood
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moons,
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skylarks
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My
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baby’s
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out
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the
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ball
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park
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Nice
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teeth,
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wide
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heart,
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I’ll
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never
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need
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a
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hall
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pass
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Eyes
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won’t
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wander,
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it’s
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my
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honour
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All
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my
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future
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rested
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on
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you
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Stairwell
|
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hideouts,
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smiling
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with
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your
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eyebrows
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|
Life
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|
without
|
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ya,
|
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I
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never
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|
wanna
|
|
find
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|
out
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You’re
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|
scared,
|
|
me
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|
too
|
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I
|
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won’t
|
|
leave
|
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you
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I
|
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won’t
|
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leave
|
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you
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I
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won’t
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leave
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you
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