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Was
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any
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of
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it
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true?
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Gazing
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at
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me
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starry
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eyed
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In
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your
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Jehovah's
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Witness
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suit
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Who
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the
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fuck
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was
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that
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guy?
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You
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tried
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to
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buy
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some
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pills
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From
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a
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friend
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of
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friends
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of
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mine
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They
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just
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ghosted
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you
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Now
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you
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know
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what
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it
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feels
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like
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And
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I
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don't
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even
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want
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you
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back,
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I
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just
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want
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to
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know
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If
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rusting
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my
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sparkling
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summer
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was
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the
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goal
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And
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I
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don't
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miss
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what
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we
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had,
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but
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could
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someone
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give
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A
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message
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to
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the
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smallest
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man
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who
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ever
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lived
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You
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hung
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me
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on
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your
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wall
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Stabbed
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me
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with
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your
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push
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pins
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In
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public,
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showed
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me
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off
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Then
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sank
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in
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stoned
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oblivion
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'Cause
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once
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your
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queen
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had
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come
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You'd
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treat
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her
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like
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an
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also
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ran
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You
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didn't
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measure
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up
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In
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any
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measure
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of
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a
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man
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And
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I
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don't
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even
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want
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you
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back,
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I
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just
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want
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to
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know
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If
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rusting
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my
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sparkling
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summer
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was
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the
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goal
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And
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I
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don't
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miss
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what
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we
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had,
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but
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could
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someone
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give
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A
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message
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to
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the
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smallest
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man
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who
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ever
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lived?
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Were
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you
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sent
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by
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someone
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who
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wanted
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me
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dead?
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Did
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you
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sleep
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with
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a
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gun
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underneath
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our
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bed?
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Were
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you
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writin'
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a
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book?
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Were
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you
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a
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sleeper
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cell
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spy?
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In
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fifty
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years,
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will
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all
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this
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be
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declassified?
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And
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you'll
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confess
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why
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you
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did
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it
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and
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I'll
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say,
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"Good
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riddance"
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'Cause
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it
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wasn't
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sexy
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once
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it
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wasn't
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forbidden
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I
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would've
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died
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for
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your
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sins,
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instead,
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I
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just
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died
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inside
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And
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you
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deserve
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prison,
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but
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you
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won't
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get
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time
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You'll
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slide
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into
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inboxes
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and
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slip
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through
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the
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bars
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You
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crashed
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my
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party
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and
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your
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rental
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car
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You
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said
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normal
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girls
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were
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boring
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But
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you
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were
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gone
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by
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the
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morning
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You
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kicked
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out
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the
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stage
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lights,
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but
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you're
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still
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performing
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And
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in
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plain
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sight
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you
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hid
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But
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you
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are
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what
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you
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did
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And
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I'll
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forget
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you,
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but
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I'll
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never
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forgive
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The
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smallest
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man
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who
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ever
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lived
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