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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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gettin'
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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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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,
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oh,
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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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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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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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thinkin'
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on
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the
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drive
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down,
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"Any
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time
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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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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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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
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a
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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
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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
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well,
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yeah
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Well,
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maybe
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we
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got
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lost
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in
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translation,
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maybe
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I
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asked
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for
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too
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much
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But
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maybe
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this
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thing
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was
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a
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masterpiece
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'til
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you
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tore
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it
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all
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up
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Runnin'
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scared,
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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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you
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call
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me
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up
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again
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just
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to
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break
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me
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like
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a
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promise
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So
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casually
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cruel
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in
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the
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name
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of
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bein'
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honest
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I'm
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a
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crumpled
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up
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piece
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of
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paper
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lyin'
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here
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'Cause
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I
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remember
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it
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all,
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all,
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all
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They
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say
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all's
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well
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that
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ends
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well,
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but
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I'm
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in
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a
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new
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hell
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Every
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time
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you
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double
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cross
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my
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mind
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You
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said
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that
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if
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we
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had
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been
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closer
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in
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age,
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maybe
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it
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would've
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been
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fine
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And
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that
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made
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me
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want
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to
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die
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The
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idea
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you
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had
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of
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me,
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who
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was
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she?
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A
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never
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needy,
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ever
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lovely
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jewel
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whose
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shine
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reflects
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on
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you
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Not
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weepin'
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in
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a
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party
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bathroom
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Some
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actress
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askin'
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me
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what
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happened,
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you
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That's
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what
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happened
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you
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You
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who
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charmed
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my
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dad
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with
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self-effacing
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jokes
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Sippin'
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coffee
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like
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you're
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on
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a
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late
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night
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show
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But
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then
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he
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watched
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me
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watch
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the
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front
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door
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all
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night,
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willin'
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you
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to
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come
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And
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he
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said,
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"It's
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supposed
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to
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be
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fun
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turning
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twenty-one"
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Time
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won't
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fly,
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it's
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like
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I'm
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paralyzed
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by
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it
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I'd
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like
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to
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be
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my
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own
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self
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again,
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but
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I'm
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still
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tryin'
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to
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find
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it
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After
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plaid
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shirt
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days
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and
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nights
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when
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you
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made
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me
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your
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own
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Now
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you
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mail
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back
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my
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things
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and
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I
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walk
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home
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alone
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But
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you
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keep
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my
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old
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scarf
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from
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that
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very
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first
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week
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'Cause
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it
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reminds
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you
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of
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innocence
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and
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it
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smells
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like
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me
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You
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can't
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get
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rid
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of
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it
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'Cause
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you
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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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yeah
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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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when
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I
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loved
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you
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so
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Back
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before
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you
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lost
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the
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one
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real
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thing
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you've
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ever
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known
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It
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was
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rare,
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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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Wind
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in
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my
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hair,
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you
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were
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there
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You
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remember
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it
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all
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Down
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the
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stairs,
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you
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were
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Lyrics
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there
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You
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remember
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it
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all
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It
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was
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rare,
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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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I
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was
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never
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good
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at
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tellin'
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jokes,
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but
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the
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punch
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line
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goes
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"I'll
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get
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older,
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but
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your
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lovers
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stay
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my
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age"
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From
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when
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your
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Brooklyn
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broke
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my
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skin
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and
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bones
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I'm
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a
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soldier
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who's
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returning
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half
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her
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weight
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And
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did
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the
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twin
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flame
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bruise
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paint
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you
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blue?
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Just
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between
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us,
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did
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the
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love
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affair
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maim
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you
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too?
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'Cause
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in
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this
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city's
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barren
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cold
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I
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still
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remember
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the
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first
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fall
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of
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snow
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And
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how
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it
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glistened
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as
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it
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fell
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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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Just
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between
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us,
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did
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the
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love
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affair
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maim
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you
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all
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too
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well?
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Just
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between
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us,
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do
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you
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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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Just
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between
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use,
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I
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remember
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it
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(Just
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between
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us)
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all
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too
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well
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Wind
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in
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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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was
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there
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(I
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was
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there)
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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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was
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there
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Sacred
|
prayer,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
|
you
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remember
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it
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all
|
too
|
well
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Wind
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in
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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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was
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there
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(Oh)
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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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was
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there
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(I
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was
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there)
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Sacred
|
prayer,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
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you
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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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Wind
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in
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my
|
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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was
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there
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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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was
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there
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Sacred
|
prayer,
|
I
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was
|
there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
|
you
|
remember
|
it
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Wind
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in
|
my
|
hair,
|
I
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was
|
there,
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I
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was
|
there
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Down
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the
|
stairs,
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I
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was
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there,
|
I
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was
|
there
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Sacred
|
prayer,
|
I
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was
|
there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
|
you
|
remember
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it
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