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࿊
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I
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made
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another
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mistake,
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thought
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I
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could
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change,
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thought
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I
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could
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make
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it
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out
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Promises
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break,
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need
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to
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hear
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you
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say
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you're
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gonna
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keep
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it
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now
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I
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miss
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the
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way
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you
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say
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my
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name,
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the
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࿊
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way
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you
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bend,
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the
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way
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you
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break
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Your
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makeup
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running
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down
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your
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face,
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the
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way
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you
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touch,
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the
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way
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you
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taste
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When
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the
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curtains
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call
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the
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time,
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will
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we
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both
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go
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home
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alive?
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It
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wasn't
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࿊
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hard
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to
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realize,
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love's
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the
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death
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of
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peace
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of
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mind
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You're
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in
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the
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walls
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that
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I
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made
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with
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crosses
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and
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frames,
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hanging
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upside
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down
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For
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granted,
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in
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vain,
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I
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took
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everything
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I
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ever
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cared
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about
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࿊
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I
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miss
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the
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way
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you
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say
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my
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name,
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the
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way
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you
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bend,
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the
|
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way
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you
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break
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Your
|
|
makeup
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running
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down
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your
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face,
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the
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way
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you
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fuck,
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the
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way
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you
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taste
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When
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the
|
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curtains
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call
|
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࿊
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the
|
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time,
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will
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we
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both
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go
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home
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alive?
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It
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wasn't
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hard
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to
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realize,
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love's
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the
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death
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of
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peace
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of
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mind
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When
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the
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curtains
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|
call
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the
|
|
time,
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will
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we
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|
both
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be
|
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satisfied?
|
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It
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wasn't
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hard
|
|
|
࿊
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to
|
|
realize,
|
|
love's
|
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the
|
|
death
|
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of
|
|
peace
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of
|
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mind
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Love's
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the
|
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death
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of
|
|
peace
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of
|
|
mind
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You
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come
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and
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go
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in
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|
waves,
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leaving
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me
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in
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your
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wake
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You
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come
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and
|
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go
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in
|
|
waves,
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swallowing
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࿊
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everything
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Oh,
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are
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you
|
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satisfied?
|
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Love's
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|
the
|
|
death
|
|
of
|
|
peace
|
|
of
|
|
mind
|
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Mine,
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mine
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When
|
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the
|
|
curtains
|
|
call
|
|
the
|
|
time,
|
|
will
|
|
we
|
|
both
|
|
go
|
|
home
|
|
alive?
|
|
It
|
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wasn't
|
|
hard
|
|
to
|
|
realize,
|
|
love's
|
|
the
|
|
death
|
|
|
࿊
|
|
of
|
|
peace
|
|
of
|
|
mind
|
|
When
|
|
the
|
|
curtains
|
|
call
|
|
the
|
|
time,
|
|
will
|
|
we
|
|
both
|
|
be
|
|
satisfied?
|
|
It
|
|
wasn't
|
|
hard
|
|
to
|
|
realize,
|
|
love's
|
|
the
|
|
death
|
|
of
|
|
peace
|
|
of
|
|
mind
|
|
Love's
|
|
the
|
|
death
|
|
of
|
|
peace
|
|
of
|
|
mind
|
|