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Answer
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Elevator
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buttons
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and
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morning
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air
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Strangers'
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silence
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makes
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me
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wanna
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take
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the
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stairs
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If
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you
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were
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here
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we'd
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laugh
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about
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their
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vacant
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stares
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But
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right
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now
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my
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time
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is
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theirs
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Seems
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like
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theres
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always
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someone
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who
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disapproves
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They'll
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judge
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it
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Answer
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like
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they
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know
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about
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me
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and
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you
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And
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the
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verdict
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comes
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from
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those
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with
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nothing
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else
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to
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do
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The
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jury's
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out,
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but
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my
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choice
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is
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you
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So
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don't
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you
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worry
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your
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pretty,
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little
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mind
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People
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throw
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rocks
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at
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things
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that
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Answer
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shine
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And
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life
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makes
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love
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look
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hard
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The
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stakes
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are
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high,
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the
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water's
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rough
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But
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this
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love
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is
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ours
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You
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never
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know
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what
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people
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have
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up
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their
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sleeves
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Ghosts
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from
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your
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past
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gonna
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jump
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out
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at
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me
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Lurking
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in
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Answer
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the
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shadows
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with
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their
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lip
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gloss
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smiles
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But
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I
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don't
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care
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'cause
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right
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now
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you're
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mine
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And
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you'll
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say
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Don't
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you
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worry
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your
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pretty,
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little
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mind
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People
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throw
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rocks
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at
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things
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that
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shine
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And
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like
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makes
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love
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look
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hark
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Answer
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The
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stakes
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are
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high,
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the
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water's
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rough
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But
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this
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love
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is
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ours
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And
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it's
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not
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theirs
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to
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speculate
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If
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it's
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wrong,
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and
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your
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hands
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are
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tough
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But
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they
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are
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where
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mine
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belong,
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and
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I'll
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fight
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their
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doubt
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and
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give
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Answer
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you
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faith
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With
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this
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song
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for
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you
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'Cause
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I
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love
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the
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gap
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between
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your
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teeth
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And
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I
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love
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the
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riddles
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that
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you
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speak
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Any
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snide
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remarks
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from
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my
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father
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About
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your
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tattoos
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will
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be
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ignored
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'Cause
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my
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heart
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is
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Answer
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yours
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So
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don't
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you
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worry
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your
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pretty,
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little
|
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mind
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People
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throw
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rocks
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at
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things
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that
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shine
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But
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they
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can't
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take
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what's
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ours
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They
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can't
|
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take
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what's
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ours
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The
|
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stakes
|
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are
|
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high,
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the
|
|
water's
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rough
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But
|
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this
|
|
love
|
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is
|
|
ours
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