Answer
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I
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know
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you
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moved
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on
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to
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someone
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new
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Hope
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life
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is
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beautiful
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You
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were
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the
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light
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for
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me
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to
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find
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my
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truth
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I
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just
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wanna
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say,
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thank
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you
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Leaving
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to
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find
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my
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soul
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Told
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her
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I
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had
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to
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go
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And
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I
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know
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it
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ain't
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pretty
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When
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our
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hearts
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get
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broke
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Too
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young
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to
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feel
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this
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old
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Watching
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us
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both
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turn
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cold
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Oh,
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I
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know
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it
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ain't
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pretty
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When
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our
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hearts
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get
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broke
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Yeah,
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I
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know
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Answer
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it
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ain't
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pretty
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When
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our
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hearts
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get
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broke
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I
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hope
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someday
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we'll
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sit
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down
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together
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And
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laugh
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with
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each
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other
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about
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these
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days,
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these
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days
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All
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our
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troubles,
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we'll
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lay
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to
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rest
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and
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We'll
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wish
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we
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could
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come
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back
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to
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these
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days,
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these
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days
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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These
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days,
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these
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days
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Three
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years
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of
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ups
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and
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downs
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Nothing
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to
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show
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for
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it
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now
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Answer
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And
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I
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know
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it
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ain't
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pretty
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When
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the
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fire
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burns
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out
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Calling
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me
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when
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I'm
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drunk
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Remind
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me
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of
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what
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I've
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done
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And
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I
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know
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it
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ain't
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pretty
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When
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youre
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trying
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to
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move
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on,
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yeah
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I
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hope
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some
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day
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we'll
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sit
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down
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together
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And
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laugh
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with
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each
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other
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about
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these
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days,
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these
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days
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And
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all
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our
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troubles,
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we'll
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lay
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to
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rest
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and
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We'll
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wish
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we
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could
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come
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back
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to
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these
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days,
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these
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days
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Oh,
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I
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Answer
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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These
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days,
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these
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days
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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Oh,
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I
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know,
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I
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know
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These
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days,
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these
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days,
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oh
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Cigarettes
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in
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the
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ash
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tray
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Reminiscing
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on
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those
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past
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days
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I
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thought
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you'd
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end
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up
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with
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my
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last
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name
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But
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that
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changed
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And
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I
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travelled
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around
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the
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world,
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think
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where
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you
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living
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at
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now?
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I
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heard
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you
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Answer
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moved
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to
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Austin,
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got
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a
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new
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apartement
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and
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settled
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down
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And
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every
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once
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in
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a
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while
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I
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start
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texting
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Write
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a
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paragraph,
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but
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then
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I
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delete
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the
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message
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Think
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'bout
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you
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like
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a
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past
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time
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I
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could
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cry
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you
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a
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river,
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get
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you
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baptised
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or
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I
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wasn't
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ready
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to
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act
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right
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Used
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to
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always
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think
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I'd
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get
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you
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back,
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right
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They
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say
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that
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things
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fall
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apart
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(Yeah)
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We
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were
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gonna
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move
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to
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Brooklyn,
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you
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Answer
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were
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gonna
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study
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Art
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Love
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is
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just
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a
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tool
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to
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remind
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us
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who
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we
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are
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And
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that
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we
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are
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not
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alone
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when
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we're
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walking
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in
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the
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dark
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I
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hope
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someday
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we'll
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sit
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down
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together
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And
|
laugh
|
with
|
each
|
other
|
about
|
these
|
days,
|
these
|
days
|
All
|
our
|
troubles,
|
we'll
|
lay
|
to
|
rest
|
and
|
We'll
|
wish
|
we
|
could
|
come
|
back
|
to
|
these
|
days,
|
these
|
days
|
We'll
|
wish
|
we
|
could
|
come
|
back
|
to
|
these
|
days,
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these
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days
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