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Answer
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Maybe
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I
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was
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too
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young
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to
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fully
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understand.
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So
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I
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never
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healed
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from
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it
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healthy,
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why
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I
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never
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trusted
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the
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man.
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You
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gotta
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love
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all
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that
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you
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have,
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and
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I'll
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take
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that
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to
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my
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grave.
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Soon
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you'll
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open
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up
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your
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eyes,
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and
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it'll
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all
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be
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gone
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one
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day.
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And
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I'm
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sitting
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here
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convincing
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you
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to
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pick
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Answer
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up
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the
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phone
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and
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call.
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I
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am
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my
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father's
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daughter,
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but
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I'm
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nothing
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like
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him
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at
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all.
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And
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I
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hear
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him
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in
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the
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way
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I
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speak,
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or
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when
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I
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look
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in
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the
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mirror.
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The
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anger's
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growing
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in
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me,
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it
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shows,
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could
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it
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be
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any
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clearer?
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That
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I'm
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like
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him
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'cause
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he
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made
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me
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the
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way
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I
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Answer
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am.
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When
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we're
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fighting,
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and
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all
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I
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need
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is
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somebody.
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And
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I'm
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crying
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on
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my
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mama's
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floor,
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why
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don't
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you
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want
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this
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anymore?
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And
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I'm
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craving
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you
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to
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change
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for
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me.
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You're
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saying,
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"I
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hear
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you,
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and
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I
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love
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you,
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but
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my
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heart,
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it
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hurts
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for
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you.
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And
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I
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just
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cannot
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give
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you
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what
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you
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Answer
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need".
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Am
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I
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too
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much?
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Am
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I
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enough?
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'Cause
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you
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said
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you
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wouldn't
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give
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up.
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Now
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I'm
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numb
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on
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my
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knees,
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praying
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to
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God
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you'd
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talk
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to
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me.
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Wondering
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what
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it
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takes
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for
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you
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to
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stay
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off
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my
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mind
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and
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far
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out
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of
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my
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bloodstream.
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You
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never
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laid
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your
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hands
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on
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me,
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and
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that's
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something
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Answer
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that
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I'm
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grateful
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for.
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But
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I
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should've
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known
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that
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you'd
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gone
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mad
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when
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I
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saw
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the
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way
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you
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punched
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your
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doors.
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And
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I
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don't
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regret
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loving
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you,
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'cause
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I
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know
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that
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you
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needed
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it.
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But
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the
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way
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you
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treated
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me
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made
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me
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feel
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like
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a
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little
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kid.
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And
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something
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deep
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inside
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of
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me
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tells
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me
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Answer
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that
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you're
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not
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better
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now.
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And
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I'm
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sorry
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that
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I
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couldn't
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help,
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but
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I'm
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so
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glad
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I
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made
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it
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out.
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And
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I'm
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crying
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on
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my
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mama's
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floor,
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why
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don't
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you
|
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want
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this
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anymore?
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|
And
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I'm
|
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craving
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you
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to
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change
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for
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me.
|
|
You're
|
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saying,
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"I
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hear
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you,
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and
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|
I
|
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love
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you,
|
|
but
|
|
my
|
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heart,
|
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it
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hurts
|
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|
Answer
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for
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you.
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And
|
|
I
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just
|
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cannot
|
|
give
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you
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what
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you
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need".
|
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Am
|
|
I
|
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too
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much?
|
|
Am
|
|
I
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|
enough?
|
|
'Cause
|
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you
|
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said
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you
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wouldn't
|
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give
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|
up.
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|
Now
|
|
I'm
|
|
numb
|
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on
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my
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|
knees,
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|
praying
|
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to
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God
|
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you'd
|
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talk
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to
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me.
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|
Wondering
|
|
what
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it
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takes
|
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for
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you
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to
|
|
stay
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off
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my
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|
mind
|
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and
|
|
far
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out
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of
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my
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|
bloodstream.
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