Lyric
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There's
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nothing
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like
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summer
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in
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the
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city,
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someone
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under
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stress
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meets
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someone
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looking
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pretty.
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There's
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trouble
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in
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the
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air,
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you
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can
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smell
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it
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and
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Alexander's
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by
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himself,
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I'll
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let
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him
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tell
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it.
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I
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hadn't
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slept
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in
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a
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week
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I
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was
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weak,
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I
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was
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awake.
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You've
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never
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seen
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a
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bastard
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orphan
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more
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in
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need
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of
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a
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break.
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Longing
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for
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Angelica,
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missing
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my
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wife,
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that's
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when
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Miss
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Marie
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Reynolds
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walked
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into
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my
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life,
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she
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said.
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I
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know
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you
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are
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a
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man
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of
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honor.
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I'm
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so
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sorry
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Lyric
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to
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bother
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you
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at
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home.
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But
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I
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don't
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know
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where
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to
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go,
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and
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I
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came
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here
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all
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alone.
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She
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said.
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My
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husband's
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doin'
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me
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wrong,
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beatin'
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me,
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cheatin'
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me,
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mistreatin'
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me.
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Suddenly
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he's
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up
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and
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gone.
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I
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don't
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have
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the
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means
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to
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go
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one.
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So
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I
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offered
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her
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a
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loan,
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I
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offered
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to
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walk
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her
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home,
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she
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said.
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You're
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too
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kind,
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sir.
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I
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gave
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her
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thirty
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bucks
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that
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I
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had
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socked
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away.
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She
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lived
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a
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block
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away,
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she
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said.
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This
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one's
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mine,
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sir.
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Then
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Lyric
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I
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said,
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"Well,
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I
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should
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head
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back
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home."
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She
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turned
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red,
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she
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led
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me
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to
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her
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bed,
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let
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her
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legs
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spread
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and
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said.
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Stay.
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Hey.
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Hey.
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That's
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when
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I
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began
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to
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pray.
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Lord,
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show
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me
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how
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to
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say
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no
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to
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this.
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I
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don't
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know
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how
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to
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say
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no
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to
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this.
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But
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my
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God,
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she
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looks
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so
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helpless
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and
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her
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body's
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saying,
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"Hell,
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yes."
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Whoa.
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No,
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show
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me
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how
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to
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say
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no
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to
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this.
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I
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don't
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know
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how
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to
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say
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no
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to
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this.
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In
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Lyric
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my
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mind,
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I'm
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tryin'
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to
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go.
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(Go,
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go,
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go.)
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Then
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her
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mouth
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is
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on
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mine,
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and
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I
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don't
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say,
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No,
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no.
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(Say
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no
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to
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this.)
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No,
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no.
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(Say
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no
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to
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this.)
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No,
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no.
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(Say
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no
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to
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this.)
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No,
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no.
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(Say
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no
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to
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this.)
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I
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wish
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I
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could
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say
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that
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was
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the
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last
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time.
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I
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said
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that
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last
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time,
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it
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became
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a
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pastime.
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A
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month
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into
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the
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endeavor
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I
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recieved
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a
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letter,
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From
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a
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Mr.
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James
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Reynolds,
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even
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better,
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it
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said.
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Dear
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Sir,
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I
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Lyric
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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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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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(fuuuu)
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Uh
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oh,
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you
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made
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the
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wrong
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sucker
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a
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cuckold,
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so
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time
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to
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pay
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the
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piper
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for
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the
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pants
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you
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unbuckled
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and
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hey,
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you
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can
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keep
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seein'
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my
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whore
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wife,
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if
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the
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price
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is
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right,
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if
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not
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I'm
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telling
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your
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wife.
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I
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hid
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the
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letter
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Lyric
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and
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raced
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to
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her
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place,
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screamed,
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"How
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could
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you?"
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In
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her
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face,
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she
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said.
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No,
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sir.
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Half
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dressed,
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apologetic,
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a
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mess,
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she
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looked
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pathetic,
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she
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cried.
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Please
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don't
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go,
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sir.
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So
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was
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your
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whole
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story
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a
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setup?
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I
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don't
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know
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about
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any
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letter.
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(Stop
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crying
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God
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dammit,
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get
|
up.)
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I
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didn't
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know
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any
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better.
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(I
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am
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ruined.)
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Please
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don't
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leave
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me
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with
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him
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helpless.
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(I
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am
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helpless
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how
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could
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I
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do
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this?)
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Just
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give
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him
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what
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he
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wants
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and
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you
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can
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have
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me.
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