Lyrics
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When
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you
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think
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of
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all
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the
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late
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nights
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Lame
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fights
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over
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the
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phone
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Wake
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up
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in
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the
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mornin'
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With
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someone,
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but
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feeling
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alone
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A
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heart
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is
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drawn
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round
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your
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name
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In
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someone's
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handwriting,
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not
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mine
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We’re
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sneakin'
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out
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into
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town
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Holdin'
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hands,
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just
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killing
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time
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Your
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past
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and
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mine
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are
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parallel
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lines
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Stars
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all
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aligned,
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they
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intertwined
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And
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taught
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you,
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The
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way
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you
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call
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me
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baby
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Treat
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me
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like
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a
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lady,
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All
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that
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I
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can
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say
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is
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All
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of
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Lyrics
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the
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girls
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you
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loved
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before
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Ooh
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Made
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you
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the
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one
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I've
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fallen
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for
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Every
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dead-end
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street
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led
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you
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straight
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to
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me
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Now,
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you're
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all
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I
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need,
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I'm
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so
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thankful
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for
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All
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of
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the
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girls
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you
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loved
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before
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But
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I
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love
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you
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more
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When
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I
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think
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of
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all
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the
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makeup
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Fake
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love
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out
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on
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the
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town
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Ooh
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Cryin'
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in
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the
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bathroom
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for
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some
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dude
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Whose
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name
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I
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cannot
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remember
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now
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Secret
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jokes
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all
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alone
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No
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one's
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home,
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sixteen
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and
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wild
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Lyrics
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Ooh
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We're
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breakin'
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up,
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makin'
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up
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Leave
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without
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saying
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goodbye
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(Ooh)
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And
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just
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know
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that
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it's
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everything
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that
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made
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me
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Now,
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I
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call
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you
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baby,
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that's
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why
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you're
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so
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amazing
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All
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of
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the
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girls
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you
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loved
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before
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Ooh
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Made
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you
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the
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one
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I've
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fallen
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for
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Every
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dead-end
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street
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led
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you
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straight
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to
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me
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Now,
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you're
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all
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I
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need,
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I'm
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so
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thankful
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for
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All
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of
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the
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girls
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you
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loved
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before
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But
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I
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love
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you
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more
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Your
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mother
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brought
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you
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Lyrics
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up
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loyal
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and
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kind
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Teenage
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love
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taught
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you
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there's
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good
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in
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goodbye
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Every
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woman
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that
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you
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knew
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brought
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you
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here
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I
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wanna
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teach
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you
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how
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forever
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feels
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like
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The
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girls
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you
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loved
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before
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Ooh
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Made
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you
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the
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one
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I've
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fallen
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for
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Every
|
dead-end
|
street
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Every
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dead-end
|
street
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led
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you
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straight
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to
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me
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Straight
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to
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me
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Now,
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you're
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all
|
I
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need
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All
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I
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need,
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I'm
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so
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thankful
|
for
|
All
|
of
|
the
|
girls
|
you
|
loved
|
before
|
I
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love
|
you
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more
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