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Answer
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It'll
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be
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fine
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by
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dusk
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light,
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I'm
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tellin'
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you,
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baby
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These
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things
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eat
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at
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your
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bones
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and
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drive
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your
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young
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mind
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crazy
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But
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when
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you
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place
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your
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head
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between
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my
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collar
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and
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jaw
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I
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Answer
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don't
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know
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much,
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but
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there's
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no
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weight
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at
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all
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And
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I'm
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damned
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if
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I
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do,
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and
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I'm
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damned
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if
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I
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don't
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'Cause
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if
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I
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say
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I
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miss
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you,
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I
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know
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that
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you
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won't
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But
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Answer
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I
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miss
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you
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in
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the
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mornings
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when
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I
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see
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the
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sun
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Somethin'
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in
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the
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orange
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tells
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me
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we're
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not
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done
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To
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you,
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I'm
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just
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a
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man,
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to
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me,
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you're
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all
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I
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am
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Where
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Answer
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the
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hell
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am
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I
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supposed
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to
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go?
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I
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poisoned
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myself
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again,
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somethin'
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in
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the
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orange
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Tells
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me
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you're
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never
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comin'
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home
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I
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need
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to
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hear
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you
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say
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you've
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been
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waitin'
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all
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night
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There's
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Answer
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orange
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dancin'
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in
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your
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eyes
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from
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bulb
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light
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Your
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voice
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only
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trembles
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when
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you
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try
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to
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speak
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Take
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me
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back
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to
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us
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dancin',
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this
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wood
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used
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to
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creak
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To
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you,
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I'm
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just
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a
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Answer
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man,
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to
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me,
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you're
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all
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I
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am
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Where
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the
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|
hell
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am
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I
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supposed
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to
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go?
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I
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poisoned
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myself
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|
again,
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|
somethin'
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in
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the
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orange
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Tells
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me
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you're
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never
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comin'
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home
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To
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you,
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I'm
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just
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|
Answer
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a
|
|
man,
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to
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me,
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you're
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|
all
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I
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am
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Where
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the
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|
hell
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am
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I
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supposed
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to
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go?
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I
|
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poisoned
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myself
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|
again,
|
|
somethin'
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in
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the
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orange
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Tells
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|
me
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you're
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never
|
|
comin'
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|
home
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If
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you
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leave
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Answer
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today,
|
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I'll
|
|
just
|
|
stare
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|
at
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the
|
|
way
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|
The
|
|
orange
|
|
touches
|
|
all
|
|
things
|
|
around
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The
|
|
grass,
|
|
trees,
|
|
and
|
|
dew,
|
|
how
|
|
I
|
|
just
|
|
hate
|
|
you
|
|
Please
|
|
turn
|
|
those
|
|
headlights
|
|
around
|
|
Please
|
|
turn
|
|
those
|
|
headlights
|
|
around
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|