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This
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house
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is
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a
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circus,
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berserk
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as
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f***
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We
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tend
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to
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see
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that
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as
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a
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perk,
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though
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Look
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what
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it's
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done
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to
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your
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friends
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Their
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memories
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are
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pretend
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And
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the
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last
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thing
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that
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they
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want
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is
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for
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the
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feeling
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to
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end
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This
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house
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is
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a
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circus,
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berserk
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Lyrics
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as
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f***
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We
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tend
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to
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see
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that
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as
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a
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perk,
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though
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Look
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what
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it's
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done
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to
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your
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friends
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Their
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memories
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are
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pretend
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And
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the
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last
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thing
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that
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they
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want
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is
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for
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the
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feeling
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to
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end
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There's
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a
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room
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full
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of
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trouble
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and
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there's
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lovers
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to
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be
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had
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Lyrics
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Those
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ones
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who
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make
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sinners
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out
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of
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such
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lovely
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lads
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Scaling
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the
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corridors
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for
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maidens
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in
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the
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maze
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And
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the
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anomaly
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is
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slipping
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into
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familiar
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ways
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And
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we're
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forever
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unfulfilled
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and
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can't
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think
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why
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Like
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a
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search
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for
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murder
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clues
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in
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dead
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men's
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eyes
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Forever
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unfulfilled
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and
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Lyrics
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can't
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think
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why
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Like
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a
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search
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for
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murder
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clues
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in
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dead
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men's
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eyes
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The
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more
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you
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open
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your
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mouth,
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the
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more
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you're
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forcing
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performance
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And
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all
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the
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attention
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is
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leading
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me
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to
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feel
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important
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(Give
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me
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obnoxious,
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give
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me
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obnoxious
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now)
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Now
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that
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we're
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here,
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we
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may
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Lyrics
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as
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well
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go
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too
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far
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Wriggling
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around
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in
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incidents
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you
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won't
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forget
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There's
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certainly
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some
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venom
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in
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the
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looks
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that
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you
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collect
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Aimlessly
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gazing
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at
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the
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faces
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in
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the
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kiln
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And
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we're
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struggling
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with
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notion
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that
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it's
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life,
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not
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film
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This
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house
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is
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a
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circus,
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berserk
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as
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Lyrics
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f***
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(We're
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forever
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unfulfilled)
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We
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tend
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to
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see
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that
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as
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a
|
|
perk,
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though
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(Can't
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think
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why)
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Look
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what
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it's
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done
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to
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your
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|
friends
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Their
|
|
memories
|
|
are
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|
pretend
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(Like
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a
|
|
search
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for
|
|
murder
|
|
clues)
|
|
And
|
|
the
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last
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|
thing
|
|
that
|
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they
|
|
want
|
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is
|
|
for
|
|
the
|
|
feeling
|
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to
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end
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