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All
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alone
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in
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my
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bedroom
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With
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the
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lights
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turned
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down
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and
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my
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roommate
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gone
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I
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know
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it's
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over
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still
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I
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cling
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on
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'Cause
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I'm
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my
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own
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right-
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hand
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girl
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And
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I
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don't
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need
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anyone
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But
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sometimes,
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I
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miss
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your
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stupid
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Answer
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face
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And
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your
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taste
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and
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your
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smokin'
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gun
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It's
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so
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depressing
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how
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the
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tear
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ducts
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in
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my
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eyes
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They're
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so
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much
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wetter
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than
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the
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space
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between
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my
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thighs
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Oh
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oh
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oh,
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I
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can't
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help
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if
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thinkin'
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about
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it
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only
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makes
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Answer
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me
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cry
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It
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keeps
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me
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wet,
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you
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know
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you
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keep
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me
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wet
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'Til
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I
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run
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dry
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It's
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nights
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like
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this
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that
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remind
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me
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of
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my
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deepest
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fantasy
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Where
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I'm
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all
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alone,
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and
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I
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feel
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the
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cold
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dark
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earth
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caressin'
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me
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Answer
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'Cause
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I'm
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six
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feet
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under
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nearly
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and
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I
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don't
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have
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anyone
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But
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this
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wouldn't
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be
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the
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first
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or
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last
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time
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that
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Both
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my
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tears
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and
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I
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have
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come
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It's
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so
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depressing
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how
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the
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tear
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ducts
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in
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my
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eyes
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They're
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so
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Answer
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much
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wetter
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than
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the
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space
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between
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my
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thighs
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Oh
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oh
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oh,
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I
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can't
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help
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if
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thinkin'
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about
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it
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only
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makes
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me
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cry
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It
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keeps
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me
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wet,
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you
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know
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you
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keep
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me
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wet
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'Til
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I
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run
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dry
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Oh,
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oh
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oh
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oh
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Answer
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oh
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My
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blood
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runs
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cold,
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my
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thoughts
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are
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plasmic
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From
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not
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lettin'
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go
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And
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lettin'
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go
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could
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be
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orgasmic
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But
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I
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guess
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I
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wouldn't
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know,
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oh
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It's
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so
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depressing
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how
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the
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tear
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ducts
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in
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my
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eyes
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They're
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so
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much
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Answer
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wetter
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than
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the
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space
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between
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my
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thighs
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Oh
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oh,
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I
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can't
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help
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if
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thinkin'
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about
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it
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only
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makes
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me
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cry
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It
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keeps
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me
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wet,
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you
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know
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you
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keep
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me
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wet
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'Til
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I
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run
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dry
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Oh,
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oh
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oh
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oh
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oh
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