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Yeah
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I
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know
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sometimes
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Things
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may
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not
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always
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make
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sense
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to
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you
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right
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now
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But
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hey
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What
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Daddy
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always
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tell
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you?
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Straighten
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up,
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little
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soldier
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Stiffen
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up
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that
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upper
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lip
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What
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you
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cryin'
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about?
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You
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got
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me
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Hailie,
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I
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know
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you
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miss
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your
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Mom,
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and
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I
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know
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you
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miss
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your
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Dad
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When
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I'm
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gone,
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but
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I'm
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tryin'
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to
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give
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you
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the
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life
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that
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I
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never
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had
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I
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can
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see
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you're
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sad,
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even
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when
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you
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smile,
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even
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when
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you
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laugh
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I
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can
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see
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it
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in
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your
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eyes,
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deep
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inside
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you
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wanna
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cry
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'Cause
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you're
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scared,
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I
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ain't
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there,
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Daddy's
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wit'
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you
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in
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your
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prayers
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No
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more
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cryin',
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wipe
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them
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tears,
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Daddy's
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here,
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no
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more
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nightmares
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We
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gon'
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pull
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together
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through
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it,
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we
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gon'
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do
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it
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Lainie,
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Uncle's
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crazy,
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ain't
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he?
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Yeah,
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but
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he
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loves
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you,
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girl,
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and
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you
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better
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know
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it
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We're
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all
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we
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got
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in
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this
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world
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when
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it
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spins,
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when
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it
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swirls
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When
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it
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whirls,
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when
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it
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twirls,
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two
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little
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beautiful
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girls
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Lookin'
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puzzled,
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in
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a
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daze,
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I
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know
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it's
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confusin'
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you
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Daddy's
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always
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on
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the
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move,
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Mama's
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always
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on
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the
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news
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I
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try
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to
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keep
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you
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sheltered
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from
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it,
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but
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somehow
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it
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seems
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The
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harder
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that
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I
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try
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to
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do
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that,
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the
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more
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it
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backfires
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on
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me
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All
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the
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things
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growin'
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up
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as
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Daddy
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that
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he
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had
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to
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see
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Daddy
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don't
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want
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you
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to
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see,
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but
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you
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see
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just
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as
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much
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as
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he
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did
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We
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did
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not
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plan
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it
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to
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be
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this
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way,
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your
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mother
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and
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me
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But
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things
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have
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got
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so
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bad
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between
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us,
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I
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don't
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see
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us
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ever
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bein'
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Together
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ever
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again,
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like
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we
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used
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to
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be
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when
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we
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was
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teenagers
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But
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then,
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of
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course,
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everything
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always
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happens
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for
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a
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reason
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I
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guess
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it
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was
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never
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meant
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to
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be
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But
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it's
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just
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somethin'
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we
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have
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no
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control
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over,
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and
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that's
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what
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destiny
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is
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But
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no
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more
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worries,
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rest
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your
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head
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and
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go
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to
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sleep
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Maybe
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one
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day
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we'll
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wake
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up
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and
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this'll
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all
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just
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be
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a
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dream
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Now
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hush,
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little
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baby,
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don't
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you
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cry
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Everything's
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gonna
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be
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alright
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Stiffen
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that
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upper
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lip
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up,
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little
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lady,
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I
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told
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ya
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Daddy's
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here
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to
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hold
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ya
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through
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the
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night
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I
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know
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Mommy's
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not
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here
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right
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now
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and
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we
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don't
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know
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why
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We
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feel
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how
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we
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feel
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inside
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It
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may
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seem
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a
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little
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crazy,
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pretty
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baby
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But
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I
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promise
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Mama's
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gon'
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be
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alright
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Heh,
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it's
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funny
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I
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remember
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back
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one
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year
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when
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Daddy
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had
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no
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money
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Mommy
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wrapped
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the
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Christmas
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presents
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up
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and
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stuck
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'em
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under
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the
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tree
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And
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said
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some
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of
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'em
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were
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from
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me
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'cause
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Daddy
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couldn't
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buy
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'em
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I'll
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never
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forget
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that
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Christmas,
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I
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sat
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up
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the
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whole
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night
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crying
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'Cause
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Daddy
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felt
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like
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a
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bum
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see,
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Daddy
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had
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a
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job
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But
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his
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job
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was
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to
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keep
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the
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food
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on
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the
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table
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for
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you
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and
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Mom
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And
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at
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the
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time,
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every
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house
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that
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we
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lived
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in
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Either
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kept
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gettin'
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broken
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into
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and
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robbed
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or
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shot
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up
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on
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the
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block
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And
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your
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Mom
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was
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savin'
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money
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for
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you
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in
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a
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jar
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Tryin'
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to
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start
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a
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piggy
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bank
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for
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you
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so
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you
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could
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go
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to
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college
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Almost
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had
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a
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thousand
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dollars,
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'til
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someone
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broke
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in
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and
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stole
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it
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And
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I
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know
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it
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hurt
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so
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bad
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it
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broke
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your
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Mama's
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heart
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And
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it
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seemed
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like
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everything
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was
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just
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startin'
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to
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fall
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apart
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Mom
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and
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Dad
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was
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arguin'
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a
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lot
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So
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Mama
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moved
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back
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on
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to
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Chalmers
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in
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the
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flat,
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one
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bedroom
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apartment
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And
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Dad
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moved
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back
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to
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the
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other
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side
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of
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8
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Mile
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on
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Novara
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And
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that's
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when
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Daddy
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went
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to
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California
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with
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his
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CD
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And
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met
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Dr.
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Dre,
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and
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flew
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you
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and
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Mama
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out
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to
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see
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me
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But
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Daddy
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had
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to
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work,
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you
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and
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Mama
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had
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to
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leave
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me
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Then
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you
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started
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seein'
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Daddy
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on
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the
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TV
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And
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Mama
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didn't
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like
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it
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And
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you
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and
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Lainie
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were
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too
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young
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to
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understand
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it
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Papa
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was
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a
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rolling
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stone,
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Mama
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developed
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a
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habit
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And
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it
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all
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happened
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too
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fast
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for
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either
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one
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of
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us
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to
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grab
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it
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I'm
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just
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sorry
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you
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were
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there
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and
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had
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to
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witness
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it
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firsthand
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'Cause
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all
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I
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ever
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wanted
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to
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do
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was
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just
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make
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you
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proud
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Now
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I'm
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sittin'
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in
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this
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empty
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house
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just
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reminiscin'
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Lookin'
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at
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your
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baby
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pictures,
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it
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just
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trips
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me
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out
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To
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see
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how
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much
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you
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both
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have
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grown,
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it's
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almost
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like
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you're
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sisters
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now
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Wow,
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guess
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you
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pretty
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much
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are,
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and
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Daddy's
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still
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here
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Lainie,
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I'm
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talkin'
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to
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you
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too,
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Daddy's
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still
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here
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I
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like
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the
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sound
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of
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that,
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yeah,
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it's
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got
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a
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ring
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to
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it,
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don't
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it?
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Shh!
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Mama's
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only
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gone
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for
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the
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moment
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Now
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hush,
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little
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baby,
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don't
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you
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cry
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Everything's
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gonna
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be
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alright
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Stiffen
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that
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upper
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lip
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up,
|
little
|
lady,
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I
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told
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ya
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Daddy's
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here
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to
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hold
|
ya
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through
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the
|
night
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I
|
know
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Mommy's
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not
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here
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right
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now
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and
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we
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don't
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know
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why
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We
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feel
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how
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we
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feel
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inside
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It
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may
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seem
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a
|
little
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crazy,
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pretty
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baby
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But
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I
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promise
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Mama's
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gon'
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be
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alright
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And
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if
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you
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ask
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me
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to,
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Daddy's
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gonna
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buy
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you
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a
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mockingbird
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I'ma
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give
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you
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the
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world
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I'ma
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buy
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a
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diamond
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ring
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for
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you,
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I'ma
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sing
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for
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you
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I'll
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do
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anything
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for
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you
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to
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see
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you
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smile
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And
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if
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that
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mockingbird
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don't
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sing
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and
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that
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ring
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don't
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shine
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I'ma
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break
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that
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birdie's
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neck
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I'll
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go
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back
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to
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the
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jeweler
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who
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sold
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it
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to
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ya
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And
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make
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him
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eat
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every
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carat,
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don't
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fuck
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with
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Dad!
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