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I
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was
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high
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when
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I
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met
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you,
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life
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was
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somethin'
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to
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get
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through
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Picture
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frame
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in
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your
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bedroom,
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of
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the
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one
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man
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that
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left
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you
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And
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I
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felt
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the
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spiral
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of
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the
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earth
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when
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you
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finally
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called
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me
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yours
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Ain't
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it
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strange
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how
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you
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saw
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me
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gettin'
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dressed
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in
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the
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hallway?
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You
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could
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tell
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I
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was
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fallin',
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or
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escapin'
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from
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somethin'
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You
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didn't
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say
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a
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single
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word,
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you
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didn't
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see
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me
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as
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a
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curse
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The
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state
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of
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Lyrics
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the
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summer
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blends
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us
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in
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with
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each
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other
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We
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would
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pray
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for
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more
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thunder
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for
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a
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night
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under
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cover
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We
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were
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huddlin'
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like
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mice,
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below
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an
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unforgivin'
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sky
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Too
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old
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for
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both
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of
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us
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to
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keep
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howlin'
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at
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the
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moon
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To
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be
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cross
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eyed
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drunk
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this
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young
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in
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the
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afternoon
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Two
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souls
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in
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one
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truck,
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with
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no
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money
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left
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to
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lose
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Teach
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me
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how
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not
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to
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stare
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at
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you
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And
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I
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spent
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the
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whole
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night
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singin'
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Lyrics
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"Oh,
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my,
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my,
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what
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a
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time
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to
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be
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alive"
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Young
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and
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dumb
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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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world
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Oh,
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good
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Lord,
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what
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it
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means
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to
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be
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alone
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I
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knew
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well,
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I
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knew
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hell,
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and
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now
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I
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don't
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Tell
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me,
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love,
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if
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the
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devil
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ever
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comes
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To
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make
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good
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on
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the
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debts
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that
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I
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owe
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Wish
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me
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well,
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tell
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the
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stories
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I
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would
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tell
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Go
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ahead,
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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A
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Lyrics
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Once
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all
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the
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rain
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stopped,
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I
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was
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afraid
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you
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might
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wake
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up
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And
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remember
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who
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I
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am,
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and
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remember
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what
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I've
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done
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Didn't
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ask
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me
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to
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justify,
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you
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just
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sat
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up
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and
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rubbed
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your
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eyes
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I
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grew
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up
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with
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a
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feelin'
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that
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what's
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good
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must
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be
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fleetin'
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That
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if
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I'm
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happy,
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I'm
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dreamin',
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then
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I'm
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prepared
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for
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leavin'
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But
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I
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see
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that
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shitty
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beat
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up
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car,
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oh
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baby,
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there
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you
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are
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Too
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old
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for
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both
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of
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Lyrics
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us
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to
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keep
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howlin'
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at
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the
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moon
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To
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be
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cross
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eyed
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drunk
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this
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young
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in
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the
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afternoon
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Two
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souls
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in
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one
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truck,
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with
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no
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money
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left
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to
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lose
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Teach
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me
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how
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to
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not
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stare
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at
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you
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We
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yelled
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"Oh,
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my,
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my,
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what
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a
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time
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to
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be
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alive"
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Young
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and
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dumb
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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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world
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Oh,
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good
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Lord,
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what
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it
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means
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to
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be
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alone
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I
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knew
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well,
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I
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knew
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hell,
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and
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now
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I
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don't
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Tell
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Lyrics
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me,
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love,
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if
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the
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devil
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ever
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comes
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To
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make
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good
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on
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the
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debts
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that
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I
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owe
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Wish
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me
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well,
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tell
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the
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stories
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I
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would
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tell
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Go
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ahead,
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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A
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few
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of
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your
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own
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A
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Oh,
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my,
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my,
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what
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a
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time
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to
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be
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alive
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Young
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and
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dumb
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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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world
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Oh,
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good
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Lord,
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what
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it
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means
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to
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be
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alone
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I
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knew
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well,
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I
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knew
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hell,
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Lyrics
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and
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now
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I
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don't
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Tell
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me,
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love,
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if
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the
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devil
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ever
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comes
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To
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make
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good
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on
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the
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debts
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that
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I
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owe
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Wish
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me
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well,
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tell
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the
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stories
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I
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would
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tell
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Go
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ahead,
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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A
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few
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of
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your
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own
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A
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Oh,
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Go
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Go
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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Go
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make
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a
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few
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of
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your
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own
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