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When
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I
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picture
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my
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hometown
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There's
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a
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bronze,
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spray
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tanned
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statue
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of
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you
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And
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a
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plaque
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underneath
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it
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That
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threatens
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to
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push
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me
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down
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the
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stairs
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at
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our
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school
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And
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it
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was
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always
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the
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same
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searing
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pain
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But
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I
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dreamed
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that,
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one
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day,
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I
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could
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say
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All
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwin'
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punches,
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I
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was
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buildin'
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somethin'
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And
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I
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can't
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forgive
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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feel
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Screamed,
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"Fuck
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you,
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Aimee"
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to
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the
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night
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sky
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as
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the
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blood
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was
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gushin'
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But
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I
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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heal
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And
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it
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wasn't
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a
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fair
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fight
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or
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a
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clean
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kill
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Each
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time
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that
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Aimee
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stomped
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across
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my
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grave
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And
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then
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she
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wrote
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headlines
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In
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the
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local
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paper,
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laughing
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at
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each
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baby
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step
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I'd
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take
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And
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it
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was
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always
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the
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same
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searing
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pain
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But
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I
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prayed
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that,
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one
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day,
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I
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could
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say
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All
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwin'
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punches,
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I
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was
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buildin'
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somethin'
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And
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I
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couldn't
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wait
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to
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show
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you
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it
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was
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real
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Screamed,
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"Fuck
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you,
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Aimee"
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to
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the
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night
|
sky
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as
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the
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blood
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was
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gushin'
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But
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I
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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heal
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Everyone
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knows
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that
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my
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mother
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is
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a
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saintly
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woman
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But
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she
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used
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to
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say
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she
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wished
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that
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you
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were
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dead
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I
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pushed
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each
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boulder
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up
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the
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hill
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Your
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words
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are
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still
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just
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ringing
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in
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my
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head,
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ringing
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in
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my
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head
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I
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wrote
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a
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thousand
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songs
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that
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you
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find
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uncool
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I
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built
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a
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legacy
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that
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you
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can't
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undo
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But
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when
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I
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count
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the
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scars,
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there's
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a
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moment
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of
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truth
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That
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there
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wouldn't
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be
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this
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if
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there
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hadn't
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been
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you
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And
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maybe
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you've
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reframed
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it
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And
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in
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your
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mind,
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you
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never
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beat
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my
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spirit
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black
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and
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blue
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I
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don't
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think
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you've
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changed
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much
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And
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so
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I
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changed
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your
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name
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and
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any
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real
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defining
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clues
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And
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one
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day,
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your
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kid
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comes
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home
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singin'
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A
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song
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that
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only
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us
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two
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is
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gonna
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know
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is
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about
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you,
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'cause
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All
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwin'
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punches,
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it
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was
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all
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for
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nothin'
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And
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our
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town,
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it
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looks
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so
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small
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from
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way
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up
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here
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Screamed,
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"Thank
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you,
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Aimee"
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to
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the
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night
|
sky
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and
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the
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stars
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are
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stunnin'
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'Cause
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I
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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heal
|
Everyone
|
knows
|
that
|
my
|
mother
|
is
|
a
|
saintly
|
woman
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But
|
she
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used
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to
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say
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she
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wished
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that
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you
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were
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dead
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So
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I
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pushed
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each
|
boulder
|
up
|
that
|
hill
|
Your
|
words
|
were
|
still
|
just
|
ringin'
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in
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my
|
head,
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ringin'
|
in
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my
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head
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Thank
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you,
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Aimee
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Thank
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you,
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Aimee
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