Answer
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I
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walked
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through
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the
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door
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with
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you,
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the
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air
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was
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cold
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But
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somethin'
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'bout
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it
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felt
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like
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home
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somehow
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And
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I
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left
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my
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scarf
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there
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at
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your
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sister's
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house
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And
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you've
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still
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got
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it
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in
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your
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drawer,
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even
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now
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Oh,
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your
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sweet
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disposition
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and
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my
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wide
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eyed
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gaze
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we're
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singin'
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in
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the
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car,
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getting
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lost
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upstate
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Autumn
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leaves
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fallin'
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down
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like
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Answer
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pieces
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into
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place
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And
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I
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can
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picture
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it
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after
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all
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these
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days
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And
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I
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know
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it's
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long
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gone
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and
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that
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magic's
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not
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here
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no
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more
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And
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I
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might
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be
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okay,
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but
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I'm
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not
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fine
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at
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all
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Oh, oh, oh
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'Cause
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there
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we
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are
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again
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on
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that
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little
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town
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street
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You
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almost
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ran
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the
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red
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'cause
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you
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were
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lookin'
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over
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at
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me
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Wind
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in
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Answer
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my
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hair,
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I
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was
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there
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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Photo
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album
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on
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the
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counter,
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Your
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cheeks
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were
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turnin'
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red
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You
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used
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to
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be
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a
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little
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kid
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with
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glasses
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in
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a
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twin
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sized
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bed
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And
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your
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mother's
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tellin'
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stories
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'bout
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you
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on
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the
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tee
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ball
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team
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You
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taught
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me
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'bout
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your
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past,
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thinkin'
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your
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future
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was
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me
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And
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you
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were
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Answer
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tossing
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me
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the
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car
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keys,
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"Fuck
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the
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patriarchy"
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Keychain
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on
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the
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ground,
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we
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were
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always
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skippin'
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town
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And
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I
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was
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thinking
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on
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the
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drive
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down
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"Anytime
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now
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He's
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gonna
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say
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it's
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love,"
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You
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never
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called
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it
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what
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it
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was
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'Til
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we
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were
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dead
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and
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gone
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and
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buried
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Check
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the
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pulse
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and
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come
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back
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swearin'
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it's
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the
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same
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After
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three
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months
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in
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Answer
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the
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grave
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And
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then
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you
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wondered
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where
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it
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went
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to
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as
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I
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reached
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for
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you
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But
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all
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I
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felt
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was
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shame
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And
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you
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held
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my
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lifeless
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frame
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And
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I
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know
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it's
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long
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gone
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and
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there
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was
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nothing
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else
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I
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could
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do
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And
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I
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forget
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about
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you
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long
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enough
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To
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forget
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why
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I
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needed
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to
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'Cause
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there
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we
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are
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again
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in
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Answer
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the
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middle
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of
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the
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night
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we're
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dancin'
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'round
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the
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kitchen
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in
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the
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refrigerator
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light
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Down
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the
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stairs,
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I
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was
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there
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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And
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there
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we
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are
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again
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when
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nobody
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had
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to
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know
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You
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kept
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me
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like
|
a
|
secret,
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but
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I
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kept
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you
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like
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an
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oath
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Sacred
|
prayer
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and
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we'd
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swear
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To
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remember
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it
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all
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too
|
well
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