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There's
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a
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picture
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on
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the
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wall
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Of
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me
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on
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a
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John
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Deere
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Jenny
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handed
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me
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a
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beer
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Said,
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"How
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the
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hell
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did
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you
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get
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there?"
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Oh,
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Oklahoma
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Mm-
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mm,
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mm
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There
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were
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flowers
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that
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were
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dry
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Sittin'
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on
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the
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dresser
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She
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asked
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me
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where
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they're
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from
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I
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said,
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"A
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place
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I
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don't
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remember"
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Oh,
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Oklahoma
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(Oh-
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oh)
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Jenny
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jumped
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into
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the
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pool
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She
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was
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swimmin'
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with
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Nikki
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Lane
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She
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said,
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"Most
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men
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don't
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want
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a
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woman
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With
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a
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legacy
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it's
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of
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age"
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She
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said
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"You
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can't
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be
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a
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muse
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and
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be
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happy,
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too
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You
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can't
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blacken
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the
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pages
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with
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Russian
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poetry
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And
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be
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happy"
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And
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that
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scared
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me
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'Cause
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I
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met
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a
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man
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who
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Said
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he'd
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come
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back
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every
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May
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Just
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to
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help
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me
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if
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I'd
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paint
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my
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banisters
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blue
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Blue
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banisters,
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ooh
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Said
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he'd
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fix
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my
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weathervane
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Give
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me
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children,
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take
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away
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my
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pain
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And
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paint
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my
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banisters
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blue
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My
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banisters
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blue
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There's
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a
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hole
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that's
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in
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my
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heart
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All
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my
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women
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try
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and
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heal
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They're
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doin'
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a
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good
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job
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Convincin'
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me
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that
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it's
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not
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real
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It's
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heat
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lightning,
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oh-
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oh-
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oh,
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oh
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'Cause
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there's
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a
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man
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that's
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in
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my
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past
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There's
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a
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man
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that's
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still
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right
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here
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He's
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real
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enough
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to
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touch
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In
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my
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darkest
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nights,
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he's
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shinin'
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Ooh-
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ooh-
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ooh
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Jenny
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was
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smokin'
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by
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the
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pool
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We
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were
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writin'
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with
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Nikki
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Lane
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I
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said
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I'm
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scared
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of
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the
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Santa
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Clarita
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Fires
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I
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wish
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that
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it
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would
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rain
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I
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said
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the
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power
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of
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us
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three
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can
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bring
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absolutely
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anything
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Except
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that
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one
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thing
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The
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diamonds,
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the
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rust,
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and
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the
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rain
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The
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thing
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that
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washes
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away
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the
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pain
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But
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that's
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okay,
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'cause
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Now
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when
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weather
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turns
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to
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May
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All
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my
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sisters
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come
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to
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paint
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my
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banisters
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green
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My
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blue
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banisters
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grey
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Tex
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and
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Mex
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are
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in
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the
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Bay
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Chucky's
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makin'
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birthday
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cake
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Chickens
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runnin',
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bare
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feet,
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there's
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a
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baby
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on
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the
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way
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And
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now
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my
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blue
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banisters
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are
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green
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and
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grey,
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ah-
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ah
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Summer
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comes,
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winter
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goes
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Spring,
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I
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skip,
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God
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knows
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Summer
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comes,
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winter
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goes
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Spring,
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I
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sleep,
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Heaven
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knows
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Every
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time
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it
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turns
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to
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May
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All
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my
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sisters
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fly
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to
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me
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To
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paint,
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paint
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