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Fiendish
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wonder
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in
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a
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carnival's
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wake
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Dull
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caresses
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once
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again
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irritate
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Tread
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softly,
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stranger
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Move
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over
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toward
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the
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danger
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that
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you
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seek
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You
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think
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excitement
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has
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receded
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then
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the
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mirror
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distracts
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The
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logic
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of
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the
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trance
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quickly
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reaches
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and
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grasps
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Handsome
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and
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faceless
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And
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weightess,
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your
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imagination
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runs
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And
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now
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it's
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no
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one's
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fault
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but
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yours
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At
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the
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foot
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of
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the
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house
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of
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cards
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You
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thought
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you'd
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never
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get
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obsessed
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You
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thought
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the
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wolves
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would
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be
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impressed
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And
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you're
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a
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sinking
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stone
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But
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you
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know
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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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hold
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the
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jeweller's
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hands
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That
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procession
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of
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pioneers
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all
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drowned
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In
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the
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moonlight
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they're
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more
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thrilling,
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those
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things
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that
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he
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knows
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As
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he
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leads
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you
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through
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the
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grinning
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bubble
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blowers
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in
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Lyrics
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the
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snow
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Watching
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his
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exit
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Was
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like
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falling
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off
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the
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ferry
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in
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the
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night
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The
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inevitables
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gather
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to
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push
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you
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around
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Any
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other
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voice
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makes
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such
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a
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punishing
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sound
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He
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became
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laughter's
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assassin
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Shortly
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after
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he
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showed
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you
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what
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it
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was
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And
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now
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it's
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no
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one's
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fault
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but
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yours
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At
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the
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foot
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of
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the
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house
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of
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cards
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You
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thought
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you'd
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Lyrics
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never
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get
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obsessed
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You
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thought
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the
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wolves
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would
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be
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impressed
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And
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you're
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a
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sinking
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stone
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But
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you
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know
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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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hold
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the
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jeweller's
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hands
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That
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procession
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of
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pioneers
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all
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drowned
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If
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you've
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a
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lesson
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to
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teach
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me
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I'm
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listening,
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ready
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to
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learn
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There's
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no
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one
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here
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to
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police
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me
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I'm
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sinking
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in
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until
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the
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return
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If
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you've
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a
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Lyrics
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lesson
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to
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teach
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Please
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don't
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deivate,
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don't
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be
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afraid
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Without
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the
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last
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corner
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piece,
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I
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can't
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calibrate
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Let's
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get
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it
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ingrained
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If
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you've
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a
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lesson
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to
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teach
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me
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I'm
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listening,
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ready
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to
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learn
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There's
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no
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one
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here
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to
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police
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me
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I'm
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sinking
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in
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until
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the
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return
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If
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you've
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a
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lesson
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to
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teach
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Please
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don't
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deviate,
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don't
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be
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afraid
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Without
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the
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Lyrics
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last
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corner
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piece,
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I
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can't
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calibrate
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Let's
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get
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it
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ingrained
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If
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you've
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a
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lesson
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to
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teach
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me
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I'm
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listening,
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ready
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to
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learn
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There's
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no
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one
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here
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to
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police
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me
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I'm
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sinking
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in
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until
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the
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return
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If
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you've
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a
|
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lesson
|
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to
|
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teach
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Please
|
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don't
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deviate,
|
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don't
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be
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afraid
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Without
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the
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last
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corner
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piece,
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I
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can't
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calibrate
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Let's
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get
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it
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ingrained
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