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Well,
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I
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ain't
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written
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a
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love
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song
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in
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so
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long
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As
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your
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hair
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leads
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down
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your
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spine
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But
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I
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don't
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mind
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a
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few
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lines
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tonight
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I'll
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regret
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it
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for
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the
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rest
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of
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time
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Let
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your
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hips
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and
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your
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lips
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Answer
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and
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your
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fingertips
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slip
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against
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the
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city
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streets
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Seepin'
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in
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again,
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sleepin'
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in
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while
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my
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friends
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get
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high
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on
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the
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edge
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of
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the
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West
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Side
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Highway
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Did
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you
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ever
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make
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it
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back
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to
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Byron
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Bay
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the
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day
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you
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told
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Answer
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me
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to
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quit
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drinkin'?
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And
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thinkin'
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that
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I
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was
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gonna
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die
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before
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30,
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your
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mom
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was
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so
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worried
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about
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All
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those
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kids
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in
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the
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house
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tearin'
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picture
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frames
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down
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Our
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fathers
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were
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never
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around
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when
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we
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were
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younger
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So
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Answer
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let
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me
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go,
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I
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saw
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you
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on
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the
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river's
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edge
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Draggin'
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on
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a
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plastic
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cigarette
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With
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your
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swim
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top
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still
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wet
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So
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let
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me
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go,
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I'm
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meeting
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you
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out
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on
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the
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coast
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You
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hate
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the
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smell
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of
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real
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smoke
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Answer
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So
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why'd
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you
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always
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keep
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me
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so
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close?
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You
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were
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collecting
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shells
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out
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on
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the
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bay
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shore
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You
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know
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I
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was
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a
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shell
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before,
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deep
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in
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the
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hands
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of
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another,
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my
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brother
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Had
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told
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me
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to
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leave,
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but
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I
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Answer
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didn't
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believe
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The
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evil
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beneath,
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some
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people
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you
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meet
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out
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in
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Queens
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The
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way
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the
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rain
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came
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down
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the
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other
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day,
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in
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Byron
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Bay
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Made
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me
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feel
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so
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alone,
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so
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I
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just
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went
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home
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And
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scribbled
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some
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poem
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Answer
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that
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I
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know
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that
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you'll
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never
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read
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So
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let
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it
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go,
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I
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saw
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you
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on
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the
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river's
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edge
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Draggin'
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on
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a
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plastic
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cigarette
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With
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your
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swim
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top
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still
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wet
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So
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let
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me
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go,
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I'm
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meeting
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you
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out
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on
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Answer
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the
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coast
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You
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hate
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the
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smell
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of
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real
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|
smoke
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Why'd
|
|
you
|
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always
|
|
keep
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it
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so
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close?
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So
|
|
let
|
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it
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go,
|
|
I
|
|
saw
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you
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on
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the
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river's
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edge
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Draggin'
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on
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a
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|
plastic
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cigarette
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With
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your
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swim
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top
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still
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wet
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