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Answer
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I
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went
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with
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you
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up
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to
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the
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place
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you
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grew
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up
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in
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We
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spent
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a
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week
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in
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the
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cold
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Just
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long
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enough
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to
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Walden
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it
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with
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you
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Any
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longer,
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it
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got
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old
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Singing
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"Ace
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of
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Spades"
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when
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Lemmy
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died
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Answer
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But
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changed,
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L.A.'s
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alright
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I'm
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sleeping
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in
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my
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bed
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again,
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and
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getting
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in
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my
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head
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And
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then,
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walk
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around
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the
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reservoir
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You,
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you
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must've
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been
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looking
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for
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me
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Sending
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smoke
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signals
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Pelicans
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circling
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Burning
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trash
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out
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on
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the
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beach
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Answer
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One
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of
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your
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eyes
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is
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always
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half
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shut
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Something
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happened
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when
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you
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were
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a
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kid
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I
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didn't
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know
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you
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then
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and
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I'll
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never
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understand
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Why
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it
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feels
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like
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I
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did
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"How
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Soon
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Is
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Now"
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in
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an
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80s
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sedan
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You
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slept
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Answer
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inside
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of
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it
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because
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your
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dad
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Lived
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in
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a
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campground
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in
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the
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back
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of
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a
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van
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You
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said
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that
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song
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will
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creep
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you
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out
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until
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you're
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dead
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And
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you
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must've
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been
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looking
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for
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me
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Sending
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smoke
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signals
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Pelicans
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circling
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Burning
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Answer
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trash
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out
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on
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the
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beach
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I
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want
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to
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live
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at
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the
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Holiday
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Inn
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Where
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somebody
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else
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makes
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the
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bed
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We'll
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watch
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TV
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while
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the
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lights
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on
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the
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street
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Put
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all
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the
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stars
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to
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death
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been
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on
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my
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mind
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since
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Answer
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Bowie
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died
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Just
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checking
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out
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to
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hide
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from
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life
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And
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all
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of
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our
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problems,
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I'm
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gonna
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solve
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them
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With
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you
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riding
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shotgun,
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speeding,
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'cause
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fuck
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the
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cops
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And
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you,
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you
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must've
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been
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|
looking
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for
|
|
me
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|
Sending
|
|
smoke
|
|
signals
|
|
Pelicans
|
|
circling
|
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|
Answer
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Burning
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|
trash
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out
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on
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the
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beach
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I
|
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buried
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a
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|
hatchet,
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it's
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coming
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up
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lavender
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|
The
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|
future's
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unwritten;
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the
|
|
past
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|
is
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a
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|
corridor
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I'm
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at
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the
|
|
exit,
|
|
looking
|
|
back
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|
through
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|
the
|
|
hall
|
|
You
|
|
are
|
|
anonymous,
|
|
I
|
|
am
|
|
a
|
|
concrete
|
|
wall
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