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I
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called
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you,
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but
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I'd
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run
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out
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of
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words
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So
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I
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stared
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at
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the
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plastic,
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collidin'
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with
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dirt
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At
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the
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fast
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food
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sign
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out
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in
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Leb
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I
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prepared
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for
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the
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warfare
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with
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the
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voice
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in
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my
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head
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And
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I
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thought
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it
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was
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strange,
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how
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the
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letters
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were
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placed
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How
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the
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"Hiring"
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sign
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seemed
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to
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laugh
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Lyrics
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in
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my
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face
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And,
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if
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you
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were
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here,
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you'd
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make
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a
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joke
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of
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it
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I'm
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alone,
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gettin'
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lost
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in
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the
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scope
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of
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it
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And
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I
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see
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you
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drive
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in
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And
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your
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love
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is
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like
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an
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open
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flame
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I'm
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a
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runnin'
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car,
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you're
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a
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closed
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garage
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Someone
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once
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told
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us
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there's
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a
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world
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out
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there,
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but
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Lyrics
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we
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don't
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care
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enough
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to
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drive
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that
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far
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It's
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been
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a
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damn
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near
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perfect
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day,
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just
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gettin'
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high
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at
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the
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outlet
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mall
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Most
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people
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grow
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up
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and
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they
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move
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away,
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but
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you
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don't
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care,
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and
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I
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don't
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mind
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at
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all
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I
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got
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the
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car,
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you've
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got
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the
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bag,
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a
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handwritten
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note
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left
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from
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Mom
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and
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Lyrics
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Dad
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A
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police
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scanner
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bouncin'
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on
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the
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dash,
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a
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cup
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of
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burnt
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coffee
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and
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a
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check
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to
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cash
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I
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had
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the
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brains
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for
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a
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city
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job,
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but
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you
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got
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the
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taste
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of
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a
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county
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cop
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A
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pack
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of
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cigarettes
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and
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a
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round
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of
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golf,
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make
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a
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livin'
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workin'
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for
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the
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paid
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time
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off
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Such
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simple
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Lyrics
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lines
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they
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drew
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to
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make
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this
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place
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In
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the
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interest
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of
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time,
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we've
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got
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a
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whole
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lost
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to
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waste
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And
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your
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love
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is
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like
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an
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open
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flame
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I'm
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a
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runnin'
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car,
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you're
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a
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closed
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garage
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Someone
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once
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said
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there's
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a
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world
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out
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there,
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but
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we
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don't
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care
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enough
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to
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drive
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that
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far
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It's
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been
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a
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Lyrics
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damn
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near
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perfect
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day,
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just
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gettin'
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high
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at
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the
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outlet
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mall
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People
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grow
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and
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they
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move
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away,
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but
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you
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don't
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care,
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and
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I
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don't
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mind
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at
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all
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You
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don't
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care,
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and
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I
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don't
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mind
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at
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all
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Hm-hm
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Hm-hm
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Hm-mm
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Hm-mm
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Hm-mm
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Hm-mm
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I
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got
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the
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car,
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you
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got
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the
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bag,
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a
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handwritten
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note
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left
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from
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Lyrics
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Mom
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and
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Dad
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A
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police
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scanner
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bouncin'
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on
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the
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dash,
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a
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cup
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of
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burnt
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coffee
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and
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a
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check
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to
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cash
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I
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had
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the
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brains
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for
|
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a
|
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city
|
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job,
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but
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you
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got
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the
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taste
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of
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a
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county
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cop
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A
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pack
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of
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cigarettes
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and
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a
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round
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of
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golf,
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make
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a
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livin'
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workin'
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for
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the
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paid
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time
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off
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