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Music:
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I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
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Album:
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The Tortured Poets Department
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I
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can
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read
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your
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mind
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She´s
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having
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the
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time
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of
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her
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life
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There
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in
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her
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glittering
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prime
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The
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lights
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refract
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sequin
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stars
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off
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her
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silhouette
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every
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night
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I
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can
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show
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you
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lies
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(One,
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two,
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three,
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four)
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´Cause
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I´m
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a
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real
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tough
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kid,
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I
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can
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handle
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my
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shit
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They
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said:
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Babe,
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you
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gotta
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fake
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it
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till
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you
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make
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it,
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and
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I
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did
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Lights,
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camera,
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bitch,
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smile,
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even
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when
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you
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wanna
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die
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He
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said
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he´d
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love
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me
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all
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his
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life,
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but
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that
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life
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was
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too
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short
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Breaking
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down,
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I
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hit
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the
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floor
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All
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the
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pieces
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of
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me
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shattered
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as
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the
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crowd
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was
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chanting:
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More!
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I
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was
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grinnin´
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like
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I´m
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winnin´,
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I
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was
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hitting
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my
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marks
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´Cause
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I
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can
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do
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it
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with
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a
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broken
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heart
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(one,
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two,
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three)
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Chorus:
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I´m
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so
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depressed,
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I
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act
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like
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it´s
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my
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birthday
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every
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day
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I´m
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so
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obsessed
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with
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him,
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but
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he
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avoids
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me
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like
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the
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plague
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I
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cry
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a
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lot,
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but
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I
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am
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so
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productive,
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it´s
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an
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art
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You
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know
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you´re
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good
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when
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you
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can
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even
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do
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it
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with
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a
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broken
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heart
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I
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can
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hold
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my
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breath
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And
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I´ve
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been
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doing
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it
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since
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he
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left
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I
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keep
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finding
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his
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things
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in
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drawers
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Crucial
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evidence
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I
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didn´t
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imagine
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the
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whole
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thing
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I´m
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sure
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I
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can
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pass
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this
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test
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(One,
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two,
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three,
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four)
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´Cause
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I´m
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a
|
real
|
tough
|
kid,
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I
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can
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handle
|
|
my
|
shit
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|
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They
|
said:
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Babe,
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you
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gotta
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fake
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it
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till
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you
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make
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it,
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and
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I
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did
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Lights,
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camera,
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bitch,
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smile,
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in
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stilettos
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for
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miles
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He
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said
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he´d
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love
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me
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for
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all
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time,
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but
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that
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time
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was
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quite
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short
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Breaking
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down,
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I
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hit
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the
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floor
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All
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the
|
pieces
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of
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me
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shattered
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as
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the
|
crowd
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was
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chanting:
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More!
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|
|
I
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was
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grinnin´
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like
|
I´m
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winnin´,
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I
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was
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hitting
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my
|
marks
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´Cause
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I
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can
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do
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it
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with
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a
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broken
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heart
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(one,
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two,
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three,
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four)
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(Chorus)
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You
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know
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you´re
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good
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when
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you
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can
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even
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do
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it
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with
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a
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broken
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heart
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You
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know
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you´re
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good,
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and
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I´m
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good
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´Cause
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I´m
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miserable
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And
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nobody
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even
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knows
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Try
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and
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come
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for
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my
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job
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