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Lyrics
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My
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body
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is
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a
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map
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of
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LA
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I
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stand
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straight
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like
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an
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angel
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with
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a
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halo
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Hangin'
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out
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the
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Hilton
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Hotel
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window
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Screamin',
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"Hey,
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you,
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baby,
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let's
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go"
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My
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chest,
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the
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Sierra
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Madre
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My
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hips,
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every
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high
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and
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byway
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Lyrics
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That
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you
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trace
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with
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your
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fingertips
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like
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a
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Toyota
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Run
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your
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hands
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over
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me
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like
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a
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Land
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Rover
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In
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Arcadia,
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Arcadia
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All
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roads
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that
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lead
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to
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you
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as
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intergral
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to
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me
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as
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arteries
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That
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pump
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the
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blood
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that
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flows
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Lyrics
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straight
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to
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the
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heart
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of
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me
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America,
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America
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I
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can't
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sleep
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at
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home
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tonight,
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send
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me
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a
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Hilton
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Hotel
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Or
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a
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cross
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on
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the
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hill,
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I'm
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a
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lost
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little
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girl
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Findin'
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my
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way
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to
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you,
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Arcadia
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My
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body
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is
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Lyrics
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a
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map
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of
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LA
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And
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my
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heart
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is
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like
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paper,
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I
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hate
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you
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I'm
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not
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from
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the
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land
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of
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the
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palms,
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so
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I
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know
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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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I'm
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not
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native,
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but
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My
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curves,
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San
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Gabriel
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all
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day
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And
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Lyrics
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my
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lips
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like
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the
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fire
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licks
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the
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bay
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If
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you
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think
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that
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you
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know
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yourself,
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you
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can
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come
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over
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Lay
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your
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hands
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on
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me
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like
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you're
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a
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Land
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Rover
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In
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Arcadia,
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Arcadia
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All
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roads
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that
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lead
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to
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you
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as
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Lyrics
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intergral
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to
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me
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as
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arteries
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That
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get
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the
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blood
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flowing
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straight
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to
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the
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heart
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of
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me
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America,
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I
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need
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a
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miracle
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I
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can't
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sleep
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at
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home
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tonight,
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send
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me
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a
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Hilton
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Hotel
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Or
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a
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cross
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on
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the
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hill,
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Lyrics
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I'm
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a
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lost
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little
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girl
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Findin'
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my
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way
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to
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you,
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Arcadia
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They
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built
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me
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up
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three-
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hundred
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feet
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tall
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just
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to
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tear
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me
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down
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So
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I'm
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leavin'
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with
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nothing
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but
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laughter,
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and
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this
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town
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Arcadia
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Findin'
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my
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way
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Lyrics
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to
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you
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I'm
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leavin'
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them
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as
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I
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was,
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five-
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foot-
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eight,
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Western
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belt
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Plus
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the
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hate
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that
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they
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gave
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By
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the
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way,
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thanks
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for
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that,
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on
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the
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way,
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I'll
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pray
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for
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you
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But
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you'll
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need
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a
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miracle,
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America
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