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Lyric
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I
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am
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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shot
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I
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am
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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shot
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ayo
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I'm
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just
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like
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my
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country
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I'm
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young
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scrappy
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and
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hungry
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and
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I'm
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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shot
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Imma
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get
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a
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scholarship
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to
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King's
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College
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I
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prob'ly
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shouldn't
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brag
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but
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dag
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I
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amaze
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and
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astonish
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the
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Lyric
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problem
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is
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I
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got
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a
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lot
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of
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brains
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but
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no
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polish
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I
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gotta
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holler
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just
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to
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be
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heard
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with
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every
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word
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I
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drop
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knowledge
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I'm
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a
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diamond
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in
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the
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rough
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a
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shiny
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piece
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of
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coal
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tryna
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reach
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my
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goal
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my
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power
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of
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speech
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unimpeachable
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only
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nineteen
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but
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my
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mind
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is
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Lyric
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older
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these
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New
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York
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City
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streets
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get
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colder
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I
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shoulder
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every
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burden
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every
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disadvantage
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I've
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learned
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to
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manage
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I
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don't
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have
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a
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gun
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to
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brandish
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I
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walk
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these
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streets
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famished
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the
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plan
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is
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to
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fan
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this
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spark
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into
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a
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flame
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but
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man
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it's
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getting
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dark
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so
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let
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me
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spell
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out
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Lyric
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the
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name
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I
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am
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the
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A
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L
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E
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X
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A
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N
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D
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E
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R
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we
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are
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meant
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to
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be
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a
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colony
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that
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runs
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independently
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meanwhile
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Britain
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keeps
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pooping
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on
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us
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endlessly
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essentially
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they
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tax
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us
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relentlessly
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then
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King
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George
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turns
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around
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runs
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a
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spending
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spree
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he
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ain't
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never
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gonna
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set
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Lyric
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his
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descendants
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free
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so
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there
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will
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be
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a
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revolution
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in
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this
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century
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enter
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me
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he
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says
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in
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parentheses
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don't
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be
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shocked
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when
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your
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history
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book
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mentions
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me
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I
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will
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lay
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down
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my
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life
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if
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it
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sets
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us
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free
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eventually
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you'll
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see
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my
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ascendancy
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and
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I
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am
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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Lyric
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shot
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I
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am
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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shot
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ayo
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I'm
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just
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like
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my
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country
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I'm
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young
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scrappy
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and
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|
hungry
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and
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I'm
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not
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throwing
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away
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my
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shot
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It's
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time
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to
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take
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a
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shot
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I
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dream
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of
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life
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without
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the
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monarchy
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the
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unrest
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in
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France
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will
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lead
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to
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anarchy
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anarchy
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how
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you
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Lyric
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say
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how
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you
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say
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oh
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anarchy
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when
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I
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fight
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I
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make
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the
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other
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side
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panicky
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with
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my
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shot
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yo
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I'm
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a
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tailor's
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apprentice
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and
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I
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got
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y'all
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knuckleheads
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a
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loco
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parentis
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I'm
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joining
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the
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rebellion
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cuz
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I
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know
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it's
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my
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chance
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to
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socially
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advance
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instead
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of
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sewing
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some
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pants
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I'm
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Lyric
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gonna
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take
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a
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shot
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and
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but
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we'll
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never
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be
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truly
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free
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until
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those
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in
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bondage
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have
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the
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same
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rights
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as
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you
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and
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me
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you
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and
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I
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do
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or
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die
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wait
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till
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I
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sally
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in
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on
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a
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stallion
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with
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the
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first
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Black
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batallion
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have
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another
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shot
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geniuses
|
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lower
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your
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voices
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Lyric
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you
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keep
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out
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of
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trouble
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and
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you
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double
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your
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choices
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I'm
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with
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you
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but
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the
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situation
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is
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fraught
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you
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got
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to
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be
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carefully
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taught
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if
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you
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talk
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you're
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gonna
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get
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shot
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Burr
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check
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what
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we
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got
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Mister
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Lafayette
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hard
|
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rock
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like
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Lancelot
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I
|
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think
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your
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pants
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look
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hot
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Laurens
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Lyric
|
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I
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like
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you
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a
|
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lot
|
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let's
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hatch
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a
|
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plot
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blacker
|
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than
|
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the
|
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kettle
|
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calling
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the
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pot
|
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what
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are
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the
|
|
odds
|
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the
|
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gods
|
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would
|
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put
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us
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all
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in
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one
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spot
|
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poppin'
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a
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squat
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on
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conventional
|
|
wisdom
|
|
like
|
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it
|
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or
|
|
not
|
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a
|
|
bunch
|
|
of
|
|
revolutionary
|
|
manumission
|
|
abolitionists
|
|
give
|
|
me
|
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a
|
|
postion
|
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