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The
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greener
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grass
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grows
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where
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the
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wildfires
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fertilize
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With
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ashes
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of
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sparrows,
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peppered
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moths,
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and
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butterflies
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Ghosts
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of
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trees
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and
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termites
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bloom
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in
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the
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beanstalk
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And
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if
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you
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get
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lightheaded
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when
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standing
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too
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fast
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Is
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it
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from
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shaking
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out
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the
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weight
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of
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phosphenes
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and
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pasts?
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Salt
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deposits
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on
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warm
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little
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rivers
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that
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burst
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from
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our
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words
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And
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God
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knows
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crying
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ain't
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gonna
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change
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a
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thing
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She
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said,
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"take
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care",
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but
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I
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take
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more
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than
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I
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bring
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She
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said,
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"It
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just
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feels
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inhumane
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to
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lose
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this
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much."
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'Cause
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when
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you
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leave
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you
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know
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you
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take
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more
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than
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your
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love
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Just
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one
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week
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of
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cicada
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days,
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we're
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losing
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touch
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And
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I
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know
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it
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just
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feels
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inhumane
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to
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lose
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this
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much
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Our
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nerves
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were
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braided
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under
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ceiling
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stars
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That
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were
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all
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glow
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in
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the
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dark,
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hanging
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over
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queen-
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sized
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Purple
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waves
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of
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ancient
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chemicals
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just
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whisper
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Did
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you
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ever
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build
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with
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those
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endangered
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bones?
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Well,
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the
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ground
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looks
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soft
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enough
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to
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bury
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this
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now
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Oh,
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please,
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oh
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no!
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And
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then
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my
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sponsor
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said,
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"Do
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nothing,
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nothing
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works."
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And
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then
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my
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Lyrics
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doctor
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said,
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"Don't
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do
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that
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if
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it
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hurts!"
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She
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said,
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"It
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just
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feels
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inhumane
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to
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lose
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this
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much.
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'Cause
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when
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you
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leave
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you
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know
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you
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take
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more
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than
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your
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love."
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The
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seasons
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of
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cicada
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days,
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we
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can't
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make
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up
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And
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I
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know
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it
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just
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Lyrics
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feels
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inhumane
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to
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lose
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this
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much
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Oh,
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let
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all
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my
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red
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flags
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fade
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to
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white,
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yeah,
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I
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give
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up
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Don't
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let
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me
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leave,
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I'll
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only
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take
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more
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than
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I
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gave
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Okay,
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I'll
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pack
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my
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stuff
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Here
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at
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the
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end
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of
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days,
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my
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God,
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what
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have
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I
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done?
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Christ,
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now
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it
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feels
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damn
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inhumane
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to
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get
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all
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I've
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dreamed
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of
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Keep
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coming
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back,
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it
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works
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if
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you
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work
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it
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So
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work
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it,
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you're
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worth
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it,
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it
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won't
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if
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you
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don't
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One
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day
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at
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a
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time,
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tomorrow's
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too
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late,
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amen
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