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Lyrics
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You
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thought
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that
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it
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would
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be
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okay,
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at
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first
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The
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situation
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could
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be
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saved,
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of
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course
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But
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they'd
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already
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picked
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out
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your
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grave
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and
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hearse
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Beware
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the
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wrath
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of
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masked
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crusaders
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Did
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you
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girl
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boss
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too
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close
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to
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the
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sun?
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Did
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they
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catch
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you
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having
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far
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too
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much
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fun?
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Come
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with
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me,
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when
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they
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see
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us,
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Lyrics
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they'll
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run
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Something
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wicked
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this
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way
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comes
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Good
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thing
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I
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like
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my
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friends
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cancelled
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I
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like
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'em
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cloaked
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in
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Gucci
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and
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in
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scandal
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Like
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my
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whiskey
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sour
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And
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poison
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thorny
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flowers
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Welcome
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to
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my
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underworld
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Where
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it
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gets
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quite
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dark
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At
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least
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you
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know
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exactly
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who
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your
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friends
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are
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They're
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the
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ones
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with
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matching
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scars
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Lyrics
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It's
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easy
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to
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love
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you
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when
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you're
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popular
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The
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optics
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click,
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everyone
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prospers
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But
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one
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single
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drop,
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you're
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off
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the
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roster
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"Tone
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deaf
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and
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hot,
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let's
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fuckin'
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off
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her"
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Did
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you
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make
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a
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joke
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only
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a
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man
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could?
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Were
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you
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just
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too
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smug
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for
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your
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own
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good?
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Or
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bring
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a
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tiny
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violin
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to
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a
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knife
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Lyrics
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fight?
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Baby,
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that
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all
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ends
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tonight
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Good
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thing
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I
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like
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my
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friends
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cancelled
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(Cancelled)
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I
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like
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em
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cloaked
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in
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Gucci
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and
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scandal
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Like
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my
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whiskey
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sour
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And
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poison
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thorny
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flowers
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(Honey)
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Welcome
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to
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my
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underworld
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It'll
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break
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your
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heart
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At
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least
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you
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know
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exactly
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who
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your
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friends
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are
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They're
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the
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ones
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with
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matching
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scars
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They
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Lyrics
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stood
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by
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me
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Before
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my
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exoneration
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They
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believed
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I
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was
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innocent
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So
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I'm
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not
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here
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for
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judgment,
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no,
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ooh
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But
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if
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you
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can't
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be
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good,
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then
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just
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be
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better
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at
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it
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Everyone's
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got
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bodies
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in
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the
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attic
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Or
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took
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somebody's
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man,
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we'll
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take
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you
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by
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the
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hand
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And
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soon
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you'll
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learn
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the
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art
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of
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never
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Lyrics
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getting
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caught
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It's
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a
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good
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thing
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I
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like
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my
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friends
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cancelled
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You
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know
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that
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I
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like
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'em
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cloaked
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in
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Gucci
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and
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scandal
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I
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like
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my
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whiskey
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sour
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And
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poison
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thorny
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flowers
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(Ooh)
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Yeah,
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it's
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a
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good
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thing
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I
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like
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my
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friends
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cancelled
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(Cancelled)
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I
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salute
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you
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if
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you're
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too
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much
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to
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handle
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Like
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my
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whiskey
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Lyrics
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sour
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(I
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like
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it)
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And
|
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poison
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thorny
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flowers
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(I
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love
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it)
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Can't
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you
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see
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my
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infamy
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loves
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company?
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Now
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they've
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broken
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you
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like
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they've
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broken
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me
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But
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a
|
|
shattered
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|
glass
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is
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a
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lot
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more
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sharp
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And
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now
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you
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know
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exactly
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who
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your
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friends
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are
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You
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know
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who
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we
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are
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We're
|
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the
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ones
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with
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matching
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scars
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