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Were
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you
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honest
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when
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you
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said
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“I
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could
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never
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leave
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your
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bed”?
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Wake
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|
me
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|
up
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and
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let
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me
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know
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You’re
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alive
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And
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will
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you
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fall
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in
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love
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|
again
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Is
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the
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scent
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|
slowly
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spreading?
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I’ve
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been
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answering
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machines
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All
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night
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Now
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the
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doctors
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dancing
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in
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While
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the
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ambulances
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sing
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Another
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boy
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without
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a
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sharper
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|
knife
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|
The
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|
moment
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|
that’s
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|
where
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I
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|
kill
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|
the
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|
conversation
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|
Wrap
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this
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up
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with
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a
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knife
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that
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loves
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to
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|
feel
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How
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do
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|
you
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know
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how
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|
deep
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to
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go
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before
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|
it’s
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|
real?
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|
Take
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|
me
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|
home
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|
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Can
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|
I
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|
even
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|
complicate
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|
your
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|
breathing?
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|
I
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|
guess
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|
I’m
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|
just
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|
your
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|
average
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|
boy
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|
With
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|
a
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|
knife
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|
in
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|
the
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|
back
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|
And
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|
a
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|
grip
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|
on
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|
the
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|
glass,
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|
it’s
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|
cold
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|
And
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|
I
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|
don’t
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|
wanna
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|
be
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|
here
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|
I
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|
guess
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I’m
|
|
never
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|
comfortable
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|
or
|
|
situational
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|
Are
|
|
we
|
|
losing
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|
|
|
|
or
|
|
beginning
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|
To
|
|
try
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|
a
|
|
life
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|
without
|
|
you?
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|
The
|
|
moment
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|
that’s
|
|
where
|
|
I
|
|
kill
|
|
the
|
|
conversation
|
|
Wrap
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|
this
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|
up
|
|
with
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|
a
|
|
lie
|
|
that
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|
I’m
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|
enjoying
|
|
every
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|
minute
|
|
with
|
|
myself
|
|
And
|
|
she
|
|
could
|
|
make
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|
hell
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|
feel
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|
just
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|
like
|
|
home
|
|
So
|
|
I’m
|
|
never
|
|
leaving
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|
her
|
|
|
|
|
alone
|
|
But
|
|
if
|
|
your
|
|
lightning
|
|
lips
|
|
aren’t
|
|
mine
|
|
Then
|
|
I
|
|
don’t
|
|
know
|
|
the
|
|
awkward
|
|
stranger
|
|
to
|
|
my
|
|
right
|
|
But
|
|
she’s
|
|
crying
|
|
I
|
|
only
|
|
need
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|
one
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|
hand
|
|
to
|
|
drive
|
|
When
|
|
you’re
|
|
with
|
|
me
|
|
You
|
|
are
|
|
my
|
|
getaway
|
|
And
|
|
don’t
|
|
you
|
|
ever
|
|
feel
|
|
alone?
|
|
|
|
|
And
|
|
don’t
|
|
you
|
|
wish
|
|
you
|
|
were
|
|
home?
|
|
Cut
|
|
the
|
|
lust
|
|
tonight
|
|
Alright,
|
|
alright,
|
|
tell
|
|
me
|
|
why
|
|
My
|
|
little
|
|
Mona
|
|
Lisa
|
|
told
|
|
a
|
|
lie,
|
|
lie,
|
|
lie,
|
|
lie
|
|
Do
|
|
you
|
|
want
|
|
me?
|
|
Do
|
|
you
|
|
want
|
|
to
|
|
let
|
|
me
|
|
know
|
|
that
|
|
you’re
|
|
okay?
|
|
A
|
|
diamond
|
|
|
|
|
gold
|
|
ring
|
|
Customized
|
|
to
|
|
cut
|
|
your
|
|
circulation
|
|
But
|
|
I
|
|
couldn’t
|
|
let
|
|
you
|
|
go
|
|
No,
|
|
I
|
|
never
|
|
let
|
|
you
|
|
go
|
|
my
|
|
dear
|
|
So
|
|
keep
|
|
talking
|
|
‘cause
|
|
I
|
|
love
|
|
to
|
|
hear
|
|
your
|
|
voice
|
|
(Love
|
|
to
|
|
hear
|
|
your
|
|
voice,
|
|
love
|
|
to
|
|
hear
|
|
your)
|
|
voice
|
|
again
|
|