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Lyric
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Meet
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the
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latest
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graduate
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of
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King's
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College.
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I
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prob'ly
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shouldn't
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brag,
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but,
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dag,
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I
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amaze
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and
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astonish.
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The
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scholars
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say
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I
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got
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the
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same
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virtuosity
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and
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brains
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as
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my
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pops.
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The
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ladies
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say
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m
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brain's
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not
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where
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the
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resemblance
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stops.
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I'm
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only
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nineteen
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but
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my
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mind
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is
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older,
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gotta
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be
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my
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own
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man,
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like
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my
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father,
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but
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bolder.
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I
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shoulder
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his
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legacy
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with
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pride,
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I
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used
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to
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hear
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him
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say
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that
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someday
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I
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would
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(blow
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us
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all
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away!)
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Ladies,
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I'm
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looking
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for
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a
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Mr.
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Lyric
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George
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Eacker
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made
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a
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speech
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last
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week,
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our
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Fourth
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of
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July
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speaker.
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He
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disparaged
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my
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father's
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legacy
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in
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front
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of
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a
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crowd.
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I
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can't
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have
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that,
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I'm
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making
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my
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father
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proud.
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I
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saw
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him
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just
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up
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Broadway
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a
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couple
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of
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blocks,
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he
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was
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goin'
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to
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see
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a
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play.
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Well,
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I'll
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go
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visit
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his
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box
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(god,
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you're
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a
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fox!)
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and
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y'all
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look
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pretty
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good
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in
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ya'
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frocks.
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How
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'bout
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when
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I
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get
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back,
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we
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all
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strip
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down
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to
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our
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socks?
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(ooh,
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okay!)
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Blow
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us
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all
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Lyric
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away.
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George
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(shh!)
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George!
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(shh,
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I'm
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tryin'
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to
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watch
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the
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show!)
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Ya
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shoulda
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watched
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your
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mouth
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before
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you
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talked
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about
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my
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father
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though.
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I
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didn't
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say
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anything
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that
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wasn't
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true.
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Your
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father's
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a
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scoundrel,
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and
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so,
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it
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seems,
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are
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you.
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It's
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like
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that?
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Yeah,
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I
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don't
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fool
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around,
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I'm
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not
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your
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little
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schoolboy
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friends.
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Well,
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see
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you
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on
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dueling
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ground.
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That
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is,
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unless
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you
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wanna
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step
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outside
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and
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go
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now.
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I
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know
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where
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to
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find
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you,
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piss
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off,
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I'm
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watchin'
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this
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show
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now.
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Lyric
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Pops,
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if
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you
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had
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only
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heard
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the
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shit
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he
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said
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about
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you,
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I
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doubt
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you
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would
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have
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let
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it
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slide
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and
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I
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was
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not
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about
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to
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(slow
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down!)
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I
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came
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to
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ask
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you
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for
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advice,
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this
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is
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my
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very
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first
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duel.
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They
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don't
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exactly
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cover
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this
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subject
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in
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boarding
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school.
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Did
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your
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friends
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attempt
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to
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negotiate
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a
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peace?
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He
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refused
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to
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apologise,
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we
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had
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to
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let
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the
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peace
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talks
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cease.
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Where
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is
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this
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happening?
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Across
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the
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river,
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in
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Jersey.
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Everything
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is
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legal
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in
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Lyric
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New
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Jersey!
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Alright,
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so
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this
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is
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what
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you're
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gonna
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do,
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stand
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there
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like
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a
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man
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until
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Eacker
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is
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in
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front
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of
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you.
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When
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the
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time
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comes,
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fire
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your
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weapon
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in
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the
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air.
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This
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will
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put
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an
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end
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to
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the
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whole
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affair.
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But
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what
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if
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he
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decides
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to
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shoot?
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Then
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I'm
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a
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goner.
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No,
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he'll
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follow
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suit
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if
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he's
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truly
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a
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man
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of
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honor
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to
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take
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someone's
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life,
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that
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is
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something
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you
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can't
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shake.
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Philip,
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your
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mother
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can't
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take
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another
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heartbreak.
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Father!
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Promise
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me.
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Lyric
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You
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don't
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want
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this
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young
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man's
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blood
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on
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your
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conscience.
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Okay,
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I
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promise.
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Come
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back
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home
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when
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you're
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done.
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Take
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my
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guns,
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be
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smart,
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make
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me
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proud,
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son.
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My
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name
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is
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Philip
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I
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am
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a
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poet
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and
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I'm
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a
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little
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nervous,
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but
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I
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can't
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show
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it.
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I'm
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sorry,
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I'm
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a
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Hamilton
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with
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pride.
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You
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talk
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about
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my
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father,
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I
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cannot
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let
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it
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slide.
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Mister
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Eacker,
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how
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was
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the
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rest
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of
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your
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show?
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I'd
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rather
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skip
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the
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pleasantries,
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let's
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go.
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Grab
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your
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pistol
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(confer
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