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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot
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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot
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Hey
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yo
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I'm
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just
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like
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my
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country
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I'm
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young
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scrappy
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and
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hungry
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And
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I'm
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot
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I'ma
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get
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a
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scholarship
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to
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King's
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College
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I
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probably
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shouldn't
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brag,
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but
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dang,
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I
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amaze
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and
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astonish
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The
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problem
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is
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I
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got
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a
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lot
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of
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brains
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but
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no
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polish
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I
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gotta
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holler
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just
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to
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be
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heard
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With
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every
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word,
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I
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drop
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knowledge
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I'm
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a
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diamond
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in
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the
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rough,
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a
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shiny
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piece
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of
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coal
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Tryna
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reach
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my
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goal
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my
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power
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of
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speech,
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unimpeachable
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Only
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nineteen
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but
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my
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mind
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is
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older
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These
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New
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York
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City
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streets
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get
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colder,
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I
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shoulder
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Every
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burden,
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every
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disadvantage
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I
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have
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learned
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to
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manage,
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I
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don't
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have
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a
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gun
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to
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brandish
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I
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walk
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these
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streets
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famished
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The
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plan
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is
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to
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fan
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this
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spark
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into
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a
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flame
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But
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damn,
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it's
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getting
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dark,
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so
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let
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me
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spell
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out
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my
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name
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I
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am
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the
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A
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L
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E
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X
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A
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N
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D
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E
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R
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we
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are
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meant
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to
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be
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a
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colony
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that
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runs
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independently
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Meanwhile,
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Britain
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keeps
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shittin'
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on
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us
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endlessly
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Essentially,
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they
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tax
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us
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relentlessly
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Then
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King
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George
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turns
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around,
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runs
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a
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spendin'
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spree
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He
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ain't
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never
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gonna
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set
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his
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descendants
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free
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So
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there
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will
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be
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a
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revolution
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in
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this
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century
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Enter
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me,
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he
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says
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in
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parentheses
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Don't
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be
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shocked
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when
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your
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history
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book
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mentions
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me
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I
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will
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lay
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down
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my
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life
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if
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it
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sets
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us
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free
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Eventually,
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you'll
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see
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my
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ascendancy
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And
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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot
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I
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am
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not
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throwin'
|
away
|
my
|
shot
|
Hey
|
yo,
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I'm
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just
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like
|
my
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country
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I'm
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young,
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scrappy,
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and
|
hungry
|
And
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I'm
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not
|
throwin'
|
away
|
my
|
shot
|
I
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am
|
not
|
throwin'
|
away
|
my
|
shot
|
I
|
am
|
not
|
throwin'
|
away
|
my
|
shot
|
Hey
|
yo,
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I'm
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just
|
like
|
my
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country
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I'm
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young,
|
scrappy,
|
and
|
hungry
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and
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I'm
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not
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throwin'
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away
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my
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shot
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I
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dream
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of
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life
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without
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a
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monarchy
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The
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unrest
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in
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France
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will
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lead
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to
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anarchy?
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Anarchy,
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how
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you
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say,
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how
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you,
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oh,
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anarchy?
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When
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I
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fight,
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I
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make
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the
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other
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side
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panicky
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With
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my,
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shot
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Yo,
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I'm
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a
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tailor's
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apprentice
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And
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I
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got
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y'all
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knuckleheads
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in
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loco
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parentis
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I'm
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joining
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the
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rebellion
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'cause
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I
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know
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it's
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my
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chance
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To
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socially
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advance,
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instead
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of
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sewin'
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some
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pants
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I'm
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gonna
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take
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a
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shot
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And
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but
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we'll
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never
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be
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truly
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free
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Until
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those
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in
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bondage
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have
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the
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same
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rights
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as
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you
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and
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me
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You
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and
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I
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Do
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or
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die
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Wait
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'til
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I
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sally
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in
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on
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a
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stallion
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With
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the
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first
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black
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batallion
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Have
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another
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shot
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Geniuses,
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lower
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your
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voices
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You
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keep
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out
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of
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trouble
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and
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you
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double
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your
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choices
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I'm
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with
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you,
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but
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the
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situation
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is
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fraught
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You've
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got
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to
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be
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carefully
|
taught
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If
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you
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talk,
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you're
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gonna
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get
|
shot
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Burr,
|
check
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what
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we
|
got
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Mister
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Lafayette,
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hard
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rock
|
like
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Lancelot
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I
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think
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your
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pants
|
look
|
hot
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Laurens,
|
I
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like
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you
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a
|
lot
|
Let's
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hatch
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a
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plot
|
blacker
|
than
|
the
|
kettle
|
callin'
|
the
|
pot
|
What
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are
|
the
|
odds
|
the
|
gods
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would
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Noice quiz ;>