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Your
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stratospheric
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fear
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of
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catastrophe's
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near,
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fast
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it's
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here
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Atmosphere
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past
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your
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ears,
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fall
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but
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you'll
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never
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land
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Second
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star
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to
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the
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right
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I'm
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gripping
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the
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grass,
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and
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I'm
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pulling
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up
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daisies
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Thank
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matter
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for
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mass
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and
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the
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comfort
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of
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gravity
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Airplane
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eclipses
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over
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spirals
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of
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math--
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would
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or
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could
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the
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impact
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kill
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me?
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Yes,
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yes,
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yes,
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no,
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no,
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no,
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no,
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no
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It's
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just
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the
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high-
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noon
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moon
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saying,
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"Shoot
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for
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the
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Lyrics
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stars.
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Be
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the
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next
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big
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constellation,
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connect
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the
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dots
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between
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your
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parts!"
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Dandelion
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seeds
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yet
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to
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ride
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on
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the
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breeze
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You
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make
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a
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wish
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upon
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the
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dead
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but
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turn
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and
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call
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it
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a
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weed
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Only
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plastic
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flowers
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never
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die
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With
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the
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bones
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of
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a
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crow
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and
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ambitions
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of
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candle
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wax
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What
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do
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you
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know
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of
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control?
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The
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wind
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is
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simply
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at
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your
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back
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It
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really
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seems
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pollen's
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more
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clever
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than
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bees,
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so
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Lyrics
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you
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cue
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the
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final
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words
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of
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Leary
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And
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cry,
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"Why,
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why,
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why?
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Why
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not,
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why
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not,
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why
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not?"
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I'd
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rather
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be
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a
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hot
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air
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Hindenburg
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than
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an
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elephant
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tied
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right
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down
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to
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its
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stake
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Cut
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ties,
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shed
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the
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dead
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weight
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I
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ain't
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saying
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it's
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fate,
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but
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there
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are
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no
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mistakes,
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and
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Dandelion
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seeds
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yet
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to
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ride
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on
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the
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breeze
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You
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make
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a
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wish
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upon
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the
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dead
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but
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turn
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and
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call
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it
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a
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Lyrics
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weed
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Only
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plastic
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flowers
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never
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die
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Well,
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I
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cry
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on
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Skies
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of
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blue
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linoleum
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Clouds
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o'
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spilt
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milk,
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but
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am
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I
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the
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cup?
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Here
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comes
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the
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sun,
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am
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I
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falling
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up?
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Falling
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up!
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Here
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comes
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the
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sun,
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am
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I
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falling
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up?
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Disney-
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Pixar
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Ludovico,
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Shirley
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Temple
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maraschino
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Hotel
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rooms
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of
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Motley
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Crüe,
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Broadway
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producer
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improv
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troupes
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Ray-
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Bans
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in
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your
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living
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room,
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eyeline
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hurts
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to
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be
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in
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view
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like
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Stage
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fright
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only
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Lyrics
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when
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its
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karaoke
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night
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with
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friends,
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leave
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early
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Did
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I
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earn
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this
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stupid
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hat?
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Is
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now
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really
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a
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good
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time
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for
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a
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new
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tattoo?
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Oh,
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is
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now
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really
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a
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good
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time
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for
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a
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new
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tattoo?
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The
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larger
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they
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are,
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the
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harder
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they
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tend
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to
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fall
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Much
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larger
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than
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life,
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cause
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from
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such
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height
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Life
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looks
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awful
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small
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And
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dandelions
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grow
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in
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dirt,
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magic
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mushrooms
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grow
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in
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piles
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of
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bullshit
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I
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grew
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Lyrics
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up
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in
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Suburbia
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Love
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us,
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or
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hate
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us,
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pick
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us,
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you're
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killing
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us,
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and
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Dandelion
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seeds
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yet
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to
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ride
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on
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the
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breeze
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|
You
|
|
make
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|
a
|
|
wish
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upon
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|
the
|
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dead
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but
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turn
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and
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call
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it
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a
|
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weed
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Only
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plastic
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flowers
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|
never
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die
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Well,
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I
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cry
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on
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Skies
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of
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blue
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linoleum
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Clouds
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o'
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spilt
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milk,
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but
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am
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I
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the
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cup?
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Here
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comes
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the
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sun,
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am
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I
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falling
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up?
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Falling
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up!
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Here
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comes
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the
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Lyrics
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sun,
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am
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I
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falling
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up?
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Falling
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up!
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Here
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comes
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the
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sun,
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am
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I
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falling
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up?
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(Did
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I
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earn
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this
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stupid
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hat?
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Is
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now
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really
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a
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good
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time
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for
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a
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new
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tattoo?)
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Oh,
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is
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now
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really
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a
|
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good
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time
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for
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a
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new
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tattoo?
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Your
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stratospheric
|
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fear
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of
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catastrophe's
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near,
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fast
|
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it's
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here
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Atmosphere
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past
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your
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ears,
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fall
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but
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you'll
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never
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land
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Second
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star
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to
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the
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right
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And
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straight
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on
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'till
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you
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die
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