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Lyrics
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LA,
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LA,
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LA,
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LA
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In
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the
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land
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of
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gods
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and
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monsters,
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I
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was
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an
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angel
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living
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in
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the
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garden
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of
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evil
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Screwed
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up,
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scared,
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doing
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anything
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that
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I
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needed
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Shining
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like
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a
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fiery
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beacon
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You
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got
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that
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medicine
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I
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need
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Fame,
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liquor,
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love,
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give
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it
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to
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me
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slowly
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Put
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your
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hands
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on
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my
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waist,
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do
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it
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softly
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Me
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and
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God,
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we
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don't
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get
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along,
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so
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now
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I
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sing
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No
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one's
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gonna
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take
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my
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soul
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away
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I'm
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living
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like
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Jim
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Morrison
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Headed
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towards
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a
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fucked
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up
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holiday
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Motel
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sprees,
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sprees,
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and
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I'm
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singing,
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"Fuck
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yeah,
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give
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it
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to
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me,
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this
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is
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Heaven,
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what
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I
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truly
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want"
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It's
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innocence
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lost,
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innocence
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lost
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In
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the
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land
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of
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gods
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and
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monsters,
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I
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was
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an
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angel
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looking
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to
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get
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fucked
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hard
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Like
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a
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groupie
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incognito
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posing
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as
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a
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real
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singer
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Life
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imitates
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art
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You
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got
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that
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medicine
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I
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need
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Dope,
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shoot
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it
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up,
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straight
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to
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the
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heart,
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please
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I
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don't
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really
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wanna
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know
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what's
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good
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for
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me
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God's
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dead,
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I
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said,
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"Baby,
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that's
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alright
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with
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me"
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No
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one's
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gonna
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take
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my
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soul
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away
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I'm
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living
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like
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Jim
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Morrison
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Headed
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towards
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a
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fucked
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up
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holiday
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Motel
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sprees,
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sprees,
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and
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I'm
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singing,
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"Fuck
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yeah,
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give
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it
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to
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me,
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this
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is
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Heaven,
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what
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I
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truly
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want"
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It's
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innocence
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lost,
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innocence
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lost
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When
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you
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talk,
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it's
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like
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a
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movie
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and
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you're
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makin'
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me
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crazy
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'Cause
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life
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imitates
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art
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If
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I
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get
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a
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little
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prettier,
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can
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I
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be
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your
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baby?
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You
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tell
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me
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life
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isn't
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that
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hard
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No
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one's
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gonna
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take
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my
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soul
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away
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I'm
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living
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like
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Jim
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Morrison
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Headed
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towards
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a
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fucked
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up
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holiday
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Motel
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sprees,
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sprees,
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and
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I'm
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singing,
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"Fuck
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yeah,
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give
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it
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to
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me,
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this
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is
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Heaven,
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what
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I
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truly
|
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want"
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It's
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innocence
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lost,
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innocence
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lost
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