Lyrics
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Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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They
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say
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I'm
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too
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young
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to
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love
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you
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I
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don't
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know
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what
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I
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need
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They
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think
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I
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don't
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understand
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The
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freedom
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land
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of
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the
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seventies
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I
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think
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I'm
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too
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cool
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to
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know
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ya
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You
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say
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I'm
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like
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the
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ice,
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I
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freeze
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I'm
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churning
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out
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novels
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like
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Beat
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poetry
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on
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amphetamines
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I
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say
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I
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say
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Well,
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Lyrics
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my
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boyfriend's
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in
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a
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band
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He
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plays
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guitar
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while
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I
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sing
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Lou
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Reed
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I've
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got
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feathers
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in
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my
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hair
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I
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get
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down
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to
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Beat
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poetry
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And
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my
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jazz
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collection's
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rare
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I
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can
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play
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most
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anything
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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Da-da-da-da-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da-ya-da
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Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da
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They
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say
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I'm
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too
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young
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to
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love
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you
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They
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say
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I'm
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too
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Lyrics
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dumb
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to
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sing
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They
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judge
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me
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like
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a
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picture
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book
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By
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the
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colors,
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like
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they
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forgot
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to
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read
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I
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think
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we're
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like
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fire
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and
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water
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I
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think
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we're
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like
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the
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wind
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and
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sea
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You're
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burning
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up,
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I'm
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cooling
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down
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You're
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up,
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I'm
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down
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You're
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blind,
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I
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see
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But
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I'm
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free,
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ooh
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I'm
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free
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Well,
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my
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boyfriend's
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in
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Lyrics
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a
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band
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He
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plays
|
guitar
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while
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I
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sing
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Lou
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Reed
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I've
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got
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feathers
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in
|
my
|
hair
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I
|
get
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down
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to
|
Beat
|
poetry
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And
|
my
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jazz
|
collection's
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rare
|
I
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can
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play
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most
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anything
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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I'm
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talking
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'bout
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my
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generation
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I'm
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talking
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'bout
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my
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newer
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nation
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And
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you
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don't
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like
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it,
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Lyrics
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you
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can
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beat
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it
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Beat
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it,
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baby
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You
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never
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liked
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the
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way
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I
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said
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it
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If
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you
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don't
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get
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it,
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then
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forget
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'Cause
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I
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don't
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have
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to
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fucking
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explain
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it
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And
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my
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boyfriend's
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in
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a
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band
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He
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plays
|
guitar
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while
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I
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sing
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Lou
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Reed
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I've
|
got
|
feathers
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in
|
my
|
hair
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I
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get
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high
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on
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hydroponic
|
weed
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And
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Lyrics
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my
|
jazz
|
collection's
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rare
|
I
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get
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down
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to
|
Beat
|
poetry
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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Pa-da-pa-pa
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pa-de-da
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Te-de-de,
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da-da-ah
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Ooh,
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oh,
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woah-ah
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Yeah,
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my
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boyfriend's
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pretty
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cool
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But
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he's
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not
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as
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cool
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as
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me
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'Cause
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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I'm
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a
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Brooklyn
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baby
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Pa-da-da-da-da-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da,
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baby
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Ah-ta-da-da-da-da
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Da-da-da-da-da,
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baby
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Pa-da-da-da-da-da
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Pa-da-da-da-da,
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yeah
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Yeah,
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yeah
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