Answer
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You
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had
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people
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who
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called
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you
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on
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unmarked
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numbers
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In
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my
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peripheral
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vision
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I
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let
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it
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slide
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like
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a
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hose
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on
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a
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slippery
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plastic
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summer
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All
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was
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quickly
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forgiven
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You
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were
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so
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magnetic,
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it
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was
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almost
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obnoxious
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Flush
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with
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the
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currency
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of
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cool
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I
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Answer
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was
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always
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turning
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out
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my
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empty
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pockets
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And
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when
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it
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came
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to
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you
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I
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didn't
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come
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here
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to
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make
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friends
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We
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were
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born
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to
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be
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suburban
|
legends
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When
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you
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hold
|
me,
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it
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holds
|
me
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together
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And
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you
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kiss
|
me
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in
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a
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way
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that's
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gonna
|
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Answer
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screw
|
me
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up
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forever
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I
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had
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the
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fantasy
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that
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maybe
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our
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mismatched
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star
|
signs
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Would
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surprise
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the
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whole
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school
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When
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I
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ended
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up
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back
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at
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our
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class
|
reunion
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Walking
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in
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with
|
you
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You'd
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be
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more
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than
|
a
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chapter
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in
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my
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old
|
diaries
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With
|
the
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Answer
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pages
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ripped
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out
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I
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am
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standing
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in
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a
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1950s
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gymnasium
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And
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I
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can
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still
|
see
|
you
|
now
|
I
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didn't
|
come
|
here
|
to
|
make
|
friends
|
We
|
were
|
born
|
to
|
be
|
suburban
|
legends
|
When
|
you
|
hold
|
me,
|
it
|
holds
|
me
|
together
|
And
|
you
|
kiss
|
me
|
in
|
|
Answer
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a
|
way
|
that's
|
gonna
|
screw
|
me
|
up
|
forever
|
I
|
know
|
that
|
you
|
still
|
remember
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We
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were
|
born
|
to
|
be
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national
|
treasures
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When
|
you
|
told
|
me
|
we'd
|
get
|
back
|
together
|
And
|
you
|
kissed
|
me
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in
|
a
|
way
|
that's
|
gonna
|
screw
|
me
|
up
|
forever
|
Tick-tock
|
on
|
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Answer
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the
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clock,
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I
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pace
|
down
|
your
|
block
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I
|
broke
|
my
|
own
|
heart
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'cause
|
you
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were
|
too
|
polite
|
to
|
do
|
it
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Waves
|
crash
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on
|
the
|
shore,
|
I
|
dash
|
to
|
the
|
door
|
You
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don't
|
knock
|
anymore
|
and
|
my
|
whole
|
life's
|
ruined
|
Tick-tock
|
on
|
the
|
clock,
|
|
Answer
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I
|
pace
|
down
|
your
|
block
|
I
|
broke
|
my
|
own
|
heart
|
'cause
|
you
|
were
|
too
|
polite
|
to
|
do
|
it
|
Waves
|
crash
|
to
|
the
|
shore,
|
I
|
dash
|
to
|
the
|
door
|
You
|
|
knock
|
anymore
|
and
|
I
|
always
|
knew
|
it
|
That
|
my
|
life
|
would
|
be
|
ruined
|
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