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You
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left
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your
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typewriter
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at
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my
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apartment
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Straight
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from
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the
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tortured
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poets
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department
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I
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think
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some
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things
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I
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never
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say
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Like,
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"Who
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uses
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typewriters
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anyway?"
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But
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you're
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in
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self
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sabotage
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mode
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Throwing
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spikes
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down
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on
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the
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road
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But
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I've
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seen
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this
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episode
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and
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still
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loved
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the
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show
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Who
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else
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decodes
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you?
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And
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who's
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gonna
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hold
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you
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like
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me?
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And
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who's
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gonna
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know
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you,
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if
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not
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me?
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I
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laughed
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in
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your
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face
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and
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said
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"You're
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not
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Dylan
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Thomas,
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I'm
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not
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Patti
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Smith
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This
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ain't
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the
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Chelsea
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Hotel,
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we're
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modern
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idiots"
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And
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who's
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gonna
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hold
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you
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like
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me?
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Nobody
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No
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fucking
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body
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Nobody
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You
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smoked,
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then
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ate
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seven
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bars
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of
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chocolate
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We
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declared
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Charlie
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Puth
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should
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be
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a
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bigger
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artist
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I
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scratch
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Lyrics
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your
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head,
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you
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fall
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asleep
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Like
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a
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tattooed
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golden
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retriever
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But
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you
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awaken
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with
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dread
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Pounding
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nails
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in
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your
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head
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But
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I've
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read
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this
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one
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where
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you
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come
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undone
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I
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chose
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this
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cyclone
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with
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you
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And
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who's
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gonna
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hold
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you
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like
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me?
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(Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?)
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And
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who's
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gonna
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know
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you
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like
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me?
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(Who's
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gonna
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know
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Lyrics
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you?)
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I
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laughed
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in
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your
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face
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and
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said
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"You're
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not
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Dylan
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Thomas,
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I'm
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not
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Patti
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Smith
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This
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ain't
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the
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Chelsea
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Hotel,
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we're
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modern
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idiots"
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And
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who's
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gonna
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hold
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you
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like
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me?
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(Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?)
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Nobody
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(Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?)
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No
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fucking
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body
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(Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Gonna
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know
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you?
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Gonna
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troll
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you?)
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Nobody
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Sometimes,
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I
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wonder
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if
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you're
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gonna
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screw
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this
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up
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with
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me
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But
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you
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told
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Lucy
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you'd
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kill
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yourself
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if
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I
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ever
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leave
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And
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I
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had
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said
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that
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to
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Jack
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about
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you,
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so
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I
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felt
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seen
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Everyone
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we
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know
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understands
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why
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it's
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meant
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to
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be
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'Cause
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we're
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crazy
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So
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tell
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me,
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who
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else
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is
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gonna
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know
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me?
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At
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Lyrics
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dinner,
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you
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take
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my
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ring
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off
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my
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middle
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finger
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And
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put
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it
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on
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the
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one
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people
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put
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wedding
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rings
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on
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And
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that's
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the
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closest
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I've
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come
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to
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my
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heart
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exploding
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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(Who?)
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Me
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Who's
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gonna
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know
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you?
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(Who?)
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Me
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And
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you're
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not
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Dylan
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Thomas,
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I'm
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not
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Patti
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Smith
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This
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ain't
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the
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Chelsea
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Hotel,
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we're
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two
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idiots
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Lyrics
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Who's
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gonna
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hold
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you?
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Gonna
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know
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you?
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Gonna
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troll
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you?
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You
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left
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your
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typewriter
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at
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my
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apartment
|
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Straight
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from
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the
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tortured
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poets
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department
|
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Who
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else
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decodes
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you?
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(Ooh
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ooh)
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(Ooh
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ooh)
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