Answer
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Quick
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quick
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tell
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ne
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something
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awful
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Like
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you
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are
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a
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poet
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trapped
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inside
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the
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body
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of
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a
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finance
|
guy
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Tell
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me
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all
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your
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secrets
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all
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you'll
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ever
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be
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is
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My
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eternal
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consolation
|
prize
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You
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see
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I
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was
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a
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debutante
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in
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another
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life
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but
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Now
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I
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seem
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to
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be
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scared
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to
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go
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outside
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If
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comfort
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is
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a
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construct
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I
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Answer
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don't
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believe
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in
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good
|
luck
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Now
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that
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I
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know
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what's
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what
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I
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hate
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it
|
here
|
so
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I
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will
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go
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to
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secret
|
gardens
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
People
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need
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a
|
key
|
to
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get
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to
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the
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only
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one
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is
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mine
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I
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read
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about
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it
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in
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a
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book
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when
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I
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was
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a
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precocious
|
child
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No
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mid-sized
|
city
|
hopes
|
or
|
small-town
|
fears
|
I'm
|
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Answer
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there
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most
|
of
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the
|
year
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'cause
|
I
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hate
|
it
|
here
|
I
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hate
|
it
|
here
|
My
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friends
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used
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to
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play
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a
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game
|
where
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We
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would
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pick
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a
|
decade
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We
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wished
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to
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live
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in
|
instead
|
of
|
this
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I'd
|
say
|
the
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1830s
|
but
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without
|
all
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the
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racists
|
And
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getting
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married
|
off
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for
|
the
|
highest
|
bid
|
Everyone
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would
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look
|
down
|
'cause
|
it
|
|
Answer
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wasn't
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fun
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now
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Seems
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like
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it
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was
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never
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ever
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fun
|
back
|
then
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Nostalgia
|
is
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a
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mind's
|
trick
|
If
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I'd
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been
|
there
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I'd
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
It
|
was
|
freezing
|
in
|
the
|
palace
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
so
|
I
|
will
|
go
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to
|
lunar
|
valleys
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
When
|
they
|
found
|
a
|
better
|
planet
|
only
|
the
|
gentle
|
survived
|
I
|
dreamed
|
about
|
|
Answer
|
it
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in
|
the
|
dark
|
the
|
night
|
I
|
felt
|
like
|
I
|
might
|
die
|
No
|
mid-sized
|
city
|
hopes
|
or
|
small-town
|
fears
|
I'm
|
there
|
most
|
of
|
the
|
year
|
'cause
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
I'm
|
lonely
|
but
|
I'm
|
good
|
I'm
|
bitter
|
but
|
I
|
swear
|
I'm
|
fine
|
I'll
|
save
|
all
|
my
|
romanticism
|
for
|
my
|
inner
|
life
|
and
|
I'll
|
|
Answer
|
get
|
lost
|
on
|
purpose
|
This
|
place
|
made
|
me
|
feel
|
worthless
|
Lucid
|
dreams
|
like
|
electricity
|
the
|
current
|
flies
|
through
|
me
|
And
|
inmy
|
fantasies
|
I
|
rise
|
above
|
it
|
And
|
way
|
up
|
there
|
I
|
actually
|
love
|
it
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
so
|
I
|
will
|
go
|
to
|
secret
|
gardens
|
in
|
my
|
mind
|
People
|
need
|
a
|
key
|
to
|
get
|
to
|
the
|
only
|
|
Answer
|
one
|
is
|
mine
|
I
|
read
|
about
|
it
|
in
|
a
|
book
|
when
|
I
|
was
|
a
|
precocious
|
child
|
No
|
mid-sized
|
city
|
hopes
|
or
|
small-town
|
fears
|
I'm
|
there
|
most
|
of
|
the
|
year
|
'cause
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
I
|
hate
|
it
|
here
|
Quick
|
quick
|
tell
|
me
|
something
|
awful
|
Like
|
you
|
are
|
a
|
poet
|
trapped
|
inside
|
the
|
body
|
of
|
a
|
finance
|
guy
|
|