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Verse 1
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Indifferent
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to
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the
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people
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I
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detest
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But
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it
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harms
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me
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in
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a
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way
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that
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even
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I
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cannot
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detect
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In
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my
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own
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flesh
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and
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blood
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(In
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my
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own
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flesh
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and
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blood)
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I
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think
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I've
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had
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enough
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Verse 2
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I
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welcome
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death
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with
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open
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arms
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like
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an
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old
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friend
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I
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haven't
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seen
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Since
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I
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was
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young,
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when
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young
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was
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old
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When
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Daddy
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did
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terrible
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things
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Maybe
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I'd
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feel
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better
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then,
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when
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I
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leave
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you
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like
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this
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Verse 3
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While
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some
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days
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are
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not
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that
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bad
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And
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even
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pleasant,
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one
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might
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say
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I
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can't
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control
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the
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thoughts
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I
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have
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I
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can't
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control
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the
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present
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wave
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of
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emotion
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Anxiously
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hoping
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for
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something
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or
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someone
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For
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anything
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at
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all
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Verse 4
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I
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can't
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imagine
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a
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life
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without
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familiarity
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I
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can't
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imagine
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what
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it's
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like
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to
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live
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Lyrics
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with
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certainty
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I
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like
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to
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rewatch
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movies,
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so
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I
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know
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the
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end
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of
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every
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scene
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I
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know
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the
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end
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of
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everything
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I
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do,
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because
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I
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won't
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ever
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leave
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my
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room
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It's
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safer
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here,
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and
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safety's
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all
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I
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want
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and
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all
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I
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need
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Buried
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my
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issues
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here,
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deep
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within
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the
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walls
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and
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in
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my
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dreams
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In
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my
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own
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atmosphere
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is
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where
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I'll
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die,
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so
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let
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me
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die
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in
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peace
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I'm
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on
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my
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final
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breath,
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my
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final
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steps,
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I've
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never
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felt
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so
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free
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Verse 5
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But
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my
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head's
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spinning
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I
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can't
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help
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but
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think
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of
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who
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I'm
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abandoning
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And
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suddenly
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my
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chest
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cries
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out
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in
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pure
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panic
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It
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cannot
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end
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like
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this
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I
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say
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with
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strength
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I
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haven't
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felt
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before
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And
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that's
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when
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it
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finally
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hits
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Verse 6
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With
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my
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hands
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Lyrics
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sweating
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I
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climb
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down
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from
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the
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ledge
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I
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once
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saw
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so
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threatening
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But
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it
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don't
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cause
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me
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fear
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no
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more
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My
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fingers
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touch
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the
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fabric
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of
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my
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jacket
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made
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of
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corduroy
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Reminding
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me
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of
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Brentwood
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and
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the
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things
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that
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I
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would
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die
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to
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see
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again
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Die
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to
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see
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again
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Die
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to
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see
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again
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Verse 7
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From
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my
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jacket
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made
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of
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corduroy
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I
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know
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what
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I
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stand
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to
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lose
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My
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life,
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my
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soul,
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my
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time,
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my
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home,
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my
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thoughts,
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my
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sweet
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and
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sour
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youth
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I
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can't
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let
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go
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of
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who
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I
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was,
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but
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I
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can
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cut
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myself
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in
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two
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And
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I
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can
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pick
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up
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all
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the
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pieces
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and
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let
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everybody
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choose
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Verse 8
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Yeah,
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it's
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all
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in
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your
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mind,
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boy,
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it's
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all
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in
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your
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head
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Leave
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it
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all
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behind,
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you
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Lyrics
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can
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finish
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when
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you're
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dead
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I'll
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be
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waiting
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for
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you
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here
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when
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this
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madness
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finally
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ends
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Remember
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who
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you
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are,
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don't
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forget
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it
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Verse 9
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When
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you're
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head's
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spinning
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Stuck
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in
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a
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room
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with
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the
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television
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on
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While
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you're
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tripping
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on
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'shrooms
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You
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got
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your
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thoughts
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spilling
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But
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none
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of
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it's
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true,
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it's
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a
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facade
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Your
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heart
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can
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tell
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apart
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the
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parts
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that
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make
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it
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you
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Verse 10
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Hello
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again,
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it's
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nice
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to
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see
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you're
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back
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Did
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you
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like
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the
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things
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you
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saw?
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And
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do
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you
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finally
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understand
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why
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I
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wear
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corduroy?
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I
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really
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like
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corduroy
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Hello,
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my
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friend,
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anything
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you'd
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like
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to
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ask?
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Any
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unresolved
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pollutions
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in
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your
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head
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that
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make
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you
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gag?
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I'm
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just
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one
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call
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away
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So
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please
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don't
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be
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afraid
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to
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call
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me
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back
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