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The
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white
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walls,
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they
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scare
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me,
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the
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blank
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space
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on
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my
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knees.
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I
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stare
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at
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the
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ceiling
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while
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trying
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to
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get
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you
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to
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agree.
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This
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feeling
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is
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dehumanizing.
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We're
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all
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wondering
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why
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everything
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is
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moving
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West.
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When
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the
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wind
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is
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blowing
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South.
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I’m
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picking
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petals
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with
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my
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teeth.
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Don't
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know
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what
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I'm
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Answer
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supposed
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to
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think
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about
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it.
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Trying
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anything,
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I’ll
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consume
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the
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bottle
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from
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the
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rabbit.
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Never
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met
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him
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once.
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So
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I
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give
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him
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all
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my
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trust
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when
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he
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says,
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"Follow
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me".
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To
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where
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my
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mom
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wouldn't
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want
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me
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to
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be.
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And
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I'm
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stuck
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on
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you,
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but
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I
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can't
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stay
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here
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anymore.
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I
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don't
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Answer
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get
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you,
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but
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I
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get
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why
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you
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are
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the
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way
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you
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are.
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And
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when
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I
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needed
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you,
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you
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thought
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best
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was
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to
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leave.
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But
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when
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you
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needed
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help,
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I
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told
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you
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to
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call
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me.
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And,
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baby,
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you
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begged
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me
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to
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stay
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by
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your
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side.
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But
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when
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we're
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done
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fucking,
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you're
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not
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satisfied.
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Answer
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And
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you
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know,
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you
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can't
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hunt
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with
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an
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unloaded
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gun.
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But
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you
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shoot,
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and
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you
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fire,
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and
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you
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hit
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more
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than
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once.
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Oh,
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like
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a
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voice
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breaking
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glass,
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you
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break
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through
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my
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skin.
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’Cause
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when
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you
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pull
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the
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trigger,
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you
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know
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you
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won’t
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miss.
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I'm
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picking
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petals
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with
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my
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teeth.
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Don’t
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Answer
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know
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what
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I'm
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supposed
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to
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think
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about
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it.
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Trying
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anything,
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I'll
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consume
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the
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bottle
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from
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the
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rabbit.
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Never
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met
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him
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once.
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So
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I
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give
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him
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all
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|
my
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trust
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when
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he
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says,
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"Follow
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me".
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To
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where
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my
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mom
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wouldn't
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want
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me
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to
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be.
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(Wouldn’t
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want
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me
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to
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be).
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And
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it
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goes
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over
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Answer
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again,
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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oh.
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It's
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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and
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over
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again.
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We
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go
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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over
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again,
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no.
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Oh-oh.
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Oh,
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and
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I
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would
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burn
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to
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feel
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you
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touchin'
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me,
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I'd
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burn
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to
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feel
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you
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more.
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I
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don't
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want
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this,
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I
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Answer
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don't
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want
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you,
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this
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is
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nothin'
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I
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prayed
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for.
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And
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the
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burn,
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it
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turned
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to
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anger,
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and
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the
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anger
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turned
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to
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bleed.
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I'm
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forever
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a
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sinner
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while
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I
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try
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to
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stay
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clean.
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And
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you
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know
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that
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you
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like
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what
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you're
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doin'
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to
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me.
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It
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makes
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you
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feel
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good,
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but
|
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you're
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just
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|
Answer
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so
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dirty.
|
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I'm
|
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picking
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petals
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with
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my
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teeth.
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Don't
|
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know
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what
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I'm
|
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supposed
|
|
to
|
|
think
|
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about
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it.
|
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Trying
|
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anything,
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I'll
|
|
consume
|
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the
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bottle
|
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from
|
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the
|
|
rabbit.
|
|
Never
|
|
met
|
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him
|
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once.
|
|
So
|
|
I
|
|
give
|
|
him
|
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all
|
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my
|
|
trust
|
|
when
|
|
he
|
|
says,
|
|
"Follow
|
|
me".
|
|
To
|
|
where
|
|
my
|
|
mom
|
|
wouldn't
|
|
want
|
|
me
|
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to
|
|
be.
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