Answer
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We
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gather
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here,
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we
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line
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up
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Weepin'
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in
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a
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sunlit
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room,
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and
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If
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I'm
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on
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fire,
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you'll
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be
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made
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of
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ashes
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too
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Even
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on
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my
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worst
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day,
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did
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I
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deserve,
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babe
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All
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the
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hell
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you
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gave
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me?
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'Cause
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I
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loved
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you,
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I
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swear
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I
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loved
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Answer
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you
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'Til
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my
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dying
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day
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I
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didn't
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have
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it
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in
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myself
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to
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go
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with
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grace
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And
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you're
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the
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hero
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flying
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around,
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saving
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face
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And
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if
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I'm
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dead
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to
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you,
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why
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are
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you
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at
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the
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wake?
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Cursing
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my
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name,
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wishing
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I
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stayed
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Look
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at
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how
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Answer
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my
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tears
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ricochet
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We
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gather
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stones,
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never
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knowing
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what
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they'll
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mean
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Some
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to
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throw,
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some
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to
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make
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a
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diamond
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ring
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You
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know
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I
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didn't
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want
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to
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have
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to
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haunt
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you
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But
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what
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a
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ghostly
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scene
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You
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wear
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the
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same
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jewels
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that
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I
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gave
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you
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Answer
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As
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you
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bury
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me
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I
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didn't
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have
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it
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in
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myself
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to
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go
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with
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grace
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'Cause
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when
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I'd
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fight,
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you
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used
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to
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tell
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me
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I
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was
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brave
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And
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if
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I'm
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dead
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to
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you,
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why
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are
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you
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at
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the
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wake?
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Cursing
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my
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name,
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wishing
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I
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stayed
|
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Answer
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Look
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at
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how
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my
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tears
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ricochet
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And
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I
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can
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go
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anywhere
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I
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want
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Anywhere
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I
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want,
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just
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not
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home
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And
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you
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can
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aim
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for
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my
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heart,
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go
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for
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blood
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But
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you
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would
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still
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miss
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me
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in
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your
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bones
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And
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I
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still
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talk
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to
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you
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Answer
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(when
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I'm
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screaming
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at
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the
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sky)
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And
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when
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you
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can't
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sleep
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at
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night
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(you
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hear
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my
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stolen
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lullabies)
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I
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didn't
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have
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it
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in
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myself
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to
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go
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with
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grace
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And
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so
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the
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battleships
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will
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sink
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beneath
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the
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waves
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You
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had
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to
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kill
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me,
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but
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it
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Answer
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killed
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you
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just
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the
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same
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Cursing
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my
|
name,
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wishing
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I
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stayed
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You
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turned
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into
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your
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worst
|
fears
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And
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you're
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tossing
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out
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blame,
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drunk
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on
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this
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pain
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Crossing
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out
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the
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good years
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And
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you're
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cursing
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my
|
name,
|
wishing
|
I
|
stayed
|
Look
|
at
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how
|
my
|
tears
|
ricochet
|
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