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Lyric
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There
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are
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moments
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that
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the
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words
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don't
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reach.
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There
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is
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suffering
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too
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terrible
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to
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name,
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you
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hold
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your
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child
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as
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tight
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as
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you
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can
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and
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push
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away
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the
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unimaginable.
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The
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moments
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when
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you're
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in
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so
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deep,
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it
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feels
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easier
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to
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just
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swim
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down.
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The
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Hamiltons
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move
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uptown
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and
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learn
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to
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live
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with
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the
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unimaginable.
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I
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spend
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hours
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in
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the
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garden,
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I
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walk
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alone
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to
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the
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store
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Lyric
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and
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it's
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quiet
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uptown.
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I
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never
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liked
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the
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quiet
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before
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I
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take
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the
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children
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to
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church
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on
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Sunday,
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a
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sign
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of
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the
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cross
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at
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the
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door
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and
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I
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pray
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that
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never
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used
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to
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happen
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before.
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If
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you
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see
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him
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in
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the
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street
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walking
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by
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himself,
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talking
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to
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himself,
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have
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pity.
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Philip,
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you
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would
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like
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it
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uptown,
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it's
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quiet
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uptown.
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He
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is
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working
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through
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the
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unimaginable.
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Lyric
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His
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hair
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has
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gone
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grey.
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He
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passes
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every
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day.
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They
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say
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he
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walks
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the
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length
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of
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the
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city.
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You
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knock
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me
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out,
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I
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fall
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apart.
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Can
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you
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imagine?
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Look
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at
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where
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we
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are.
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Look
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at
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where
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we
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started,
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I
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know
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I
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don't
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deserve
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you,
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Eliza
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but
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hear
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me
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out
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that
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would
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be
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enough.
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If
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I
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could
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spare
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his
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life,
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if
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I
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could
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trade
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his
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life
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Lyric
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for
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mine,
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he'd
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be
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standing
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here
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right
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now
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and
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you
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would
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smile
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and
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that
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would
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be
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enough.
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I
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don't
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pretend
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to
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know
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the
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challenges
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we're
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facing.
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I
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know
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there's
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no
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replacing
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what
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we've
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lost
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and
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you
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need
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time
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but
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I'm
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not
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afraid
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I
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know
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who
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I
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married,
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just
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let
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me
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stay
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here
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by
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your
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side
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that
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would
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be
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enough.
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If
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you
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see
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him
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in
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the
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Lyric
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street,
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walking
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by
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her
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side,
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talking
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by
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her
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side,
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have
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pity.
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Eliza,
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do
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you
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like
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it
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uptown?
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It's
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quiet
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uptown.
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He
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is
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trying
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to
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do
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the
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unimaginable.
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See
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them
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walking
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in
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the
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park,
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long
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after
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dark
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taking
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in
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the
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sights
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of
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the
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city.
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Look
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around,
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look
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around,
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Eliza.
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They
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are
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tryna
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do
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the
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unimaginable
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There
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are
|
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moments
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that
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the
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words
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don't
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reach,
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there's
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a
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grace
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Lyric
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too
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powerful
|
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to
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name.
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We
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push
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away
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what
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we
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can
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never
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understand,
|
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we
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push
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away
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the
|
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unimaginable.
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They
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are
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standing
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in
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the
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garden,
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Alexander
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by
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Eliza's
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side.
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She
|
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takes
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his
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hand.
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It's
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quiet
|
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uptown.
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Forgiveness,
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can
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you
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imagine?
|
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Forgiveness,
|
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can
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you
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imagine?
|
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If
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you
|
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see
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him
|
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in
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the
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street
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walking
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by
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her
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side,
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talking
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by
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her
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side,
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have
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pity.
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They
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are
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going
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through
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the
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unimaginable
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