Answer
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One,
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two,
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three
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I
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like
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New
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Year's,
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I
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like
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Mondays,
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I
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like
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firsts
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of
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the
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month
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Notebook
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paper,
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wet
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cement,
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the
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moment's
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never
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been
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touched
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I
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like
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knowing
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that
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there's
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something
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that
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I
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haven't
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messed
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up
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'Cause
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I
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will,
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and
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I
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do,
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and
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I'm
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supposed
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to
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I
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am
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perfect
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if
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by
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perfect
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you
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mean
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totally
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flawed
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I
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am
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wrestling
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with
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the
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presence
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of
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an
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all-knowing
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god
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I
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drink
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caffeine
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even
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though
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I
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always
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said
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I
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would
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not
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So
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I'm
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weak,
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Answer
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or
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a
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fool,
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but
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I'm
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supposed
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to
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be
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That's
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me
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I
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rush
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the
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future,
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I
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cling
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to
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the
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past
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I'm
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terrified
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the
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present
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will
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not
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last
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I
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see
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the
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irony,
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I
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get
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the
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fact
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it's
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already
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gone
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By
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the
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time
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that
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the
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thought
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has
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passed
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I
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am
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working
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on
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it,
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give
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me
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some
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grace
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I
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like
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empty
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pages,
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I
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like
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Mondays
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I
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like
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order,
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I
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like
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answers
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wrapped
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in
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ribbon
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and
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twine
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I
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grab
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hold
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of
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unknown
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outcomes
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'til
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my
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Answer
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knuckles
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are
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white
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I
|
am
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trying
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to
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be
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kinder
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to
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this
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body
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of
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mine
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'Cause
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it
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keeps
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me
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alive
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like
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it's
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supposed
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to
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I
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rush
|
the
|
future,
|
I
|
cling
|
to
|
the
|
past
|
I'm
|
terrified
|
the
|
present
|
will
|
not
|
last
|
I
|
see
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the
|
irony,
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I
|
get
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the
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fact
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it's
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already
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gone,
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by
|
the
|
time
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that
|
the
|
thought
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has
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passed
|
I
|
am
|
working
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on
|
it,
|
give
|
me
|
some
|
grace
|
I
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like
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empty
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pages,
|
I
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like
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Mondays
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I
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would
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eat
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the
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solar
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system
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Answer
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All
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in
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one
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bite
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If
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it
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could
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give
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me
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clarity
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If
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it
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would
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let
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me
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freeze
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time
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I'm
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trying
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to
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surrender
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But
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I'm
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hard-wired
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for
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fight
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Give
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me
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some
|
grace
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I
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like
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empty
|
pages,
|
I
|
like-
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I
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like
|
New
|
Year's,
|
I
|
like
|
Mondays,
|
I
|
like
|
firsts
|
of
|
the
|
month
|
Notebook
|
paper,
|
wet
|
cement,
|
the
|
moment's
|
never
|
been
|
touched
|
I
|
like
|
knowing
|
that
|
there's
|
something
|
that
|
I
|
haven't
|
messed
|
up
|
'Cause
|
I
|
will,
|
and
|
I
|
do,
|
and
|
I'm
|
supposed
|
to
|
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