Lyric
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Mister
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Vice
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President.
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Mister
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Madison.
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Senator
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Burr.
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What
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is
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this?
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We
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have
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the
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check
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stubs,
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from
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seperate
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accounts,
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almost
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a
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thousand
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dollars,
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paid
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in
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different
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amounts.
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To
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a
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Mister
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James
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Reynolds
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way
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back
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in
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Seventeen
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Ninety-One
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Is
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that
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what
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you
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have,
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are
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you
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done?
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You
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are
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uniquely
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situated
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by
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virtue
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of
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your
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position.
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Though
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'virtue'
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is
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not
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a
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word
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I'd
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apply
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to
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this
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situation
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Lyric
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to
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seek
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financial
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gain,
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to
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stray
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from
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sacred
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mission
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and
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the
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evidence
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suggests
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you've
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engaged
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in
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speculation.
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An
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immigrant
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embezzling
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our
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government
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funds.
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I
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can
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almost
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see
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the
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headline,
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your
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career
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is
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done.
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I
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hope
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you
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saved
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some
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money
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for
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your
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daughter
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and
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sons.
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Ya
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best
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g'wan
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run
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back
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where
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ya
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come
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from.
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Ha
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you
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don't
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even
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know
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what
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you're
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asking
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me
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to
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confess.
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Lyric
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Confess.
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You
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have
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nothing,
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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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tell
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you
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anything
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at
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all,
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unless.
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Unless.
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If
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I
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can
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prove
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that
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I
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never
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broke
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the
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law,
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do
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you
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promise
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not
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to
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tell
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another
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soul
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what
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you
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saw?
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No
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one
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else
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was
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in
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the
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room
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where
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it
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happened.
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Is
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that
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a
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yes?
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Um,
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yes.
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Dear
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Sir,
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I
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hope
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this
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letter
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finds
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you
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in
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good
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health
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and
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Lyric
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in
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a
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prosperous
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enough
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position
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to
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put
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wealth
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in
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the
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pockets
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of
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people
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like
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me,
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down
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on
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their
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luck.
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You
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see,
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that
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was
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my
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wife
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who
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you
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decided
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to-
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What.
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She
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courted
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me,
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escorted
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me
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to
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bed
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and
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when
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she
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had
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me
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in
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a
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corner.
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That's
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when
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Reynolds
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extorted
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me
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for
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a
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sordid
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fee.
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I
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paid
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him
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quarterly.
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I
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may
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have
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mortally
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wounded
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Lyric
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my
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prospects
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but
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my
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papers
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are
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orderly
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as
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you
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can
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see
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I
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kept
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a
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record
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of
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every
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check
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in
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my
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checkered
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history.
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Check
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it
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again
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against
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your
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list
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n'
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see
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consistency.
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I
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never
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spent
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a
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cent
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that
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wasn't
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mine.
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You
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sent
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the
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dogs
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after
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my
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scent,
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that's
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fine.
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Yes,
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I
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have
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reasons
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for
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shame
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but
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I
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have
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not
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committed
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treason
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and
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sullied
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my
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Lyric
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good
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name
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as
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you
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can
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see
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I
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have
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done
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nothing
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to
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provoke
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legal
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action
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are
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my
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answers
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to
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your
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satisfaction?
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My
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God.
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Gentlemen,
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let's
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go.
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So?
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The
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people
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won't
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know
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what
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we
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know.
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Burr.
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How
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do
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I
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know
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you
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won't
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use
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this
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against
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me
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the
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next
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time
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we
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go
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toe
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to
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toe?
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Alexander,
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rumors
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only
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grow
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and
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we
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both
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know
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what
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we
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know.
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