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Well
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ya
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got
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trouble
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my
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friend
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right
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here
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I
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say
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trouble
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right
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here
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in
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River
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City
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Why
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sure
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I'm
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a
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billiard
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player
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Certainly
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mighty
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proud
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I
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say
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I'm
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always
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mighty
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proud
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to
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say
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it
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I
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consider
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that
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the
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hours
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I
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spend
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With
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a
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cue
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in
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my
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hand
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are
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golden
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Help
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you
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cultivate
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horse
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sense
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And
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a
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cool
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head
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and
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a
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keen
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eye
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J'ever
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take
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and
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try
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to
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find
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An
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iron clad
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leave
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for
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yourself
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From
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a
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three rail
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billiard
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shot?
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But
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just
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as
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I
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say
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It
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takes
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judgment,
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brains,
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and
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maturity
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to
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score
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In
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a
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balkline
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game
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I
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say
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that
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any
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boob
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can
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take
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And
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shove
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a
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ball
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in
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a
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pocket
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And
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I
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call
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that
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sloth
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The
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first
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big
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step
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on
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the
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road
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To
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the
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depths
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of
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degraday
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I
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say,
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first,
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medicinal
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wine
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from
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a
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teaspoon
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Then
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beer
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from
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a
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bottle!
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An'
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the
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next
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thing
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ya
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know
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Your
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son
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is
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playin'
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for
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money
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In
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a
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pinch
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back
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suit
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And
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list'nin
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to
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some
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big
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out a town
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jasper
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Hearin'
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him
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tell
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about
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horse race
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gamblin'
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Not
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a
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wholesome
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trottin'
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race,
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no!
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But
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a
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race
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where
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they
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set
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down
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right
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on
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the
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horse!
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Like
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to
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see
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some
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stuck up
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jockey
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boy
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Settin'
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on
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Dan
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Patch?
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Make
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your
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blood
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boil?
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Well,
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I
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should
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say
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Now,
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friends,
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lemme
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tell
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you
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what
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I
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mean
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Ya
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got
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one,
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two,
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three,
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four,
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five,
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six
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pockets
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in
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a
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table
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Pockets
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that
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mark
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the
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difference
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Between
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a
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gentlemen
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and
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a
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bum
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With
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a
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capital
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B,
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And
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that
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rhymes
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with
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P
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and
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that
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stands
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for
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pool!
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And
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all
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week
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long
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your
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River
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City
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Youth'll
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be
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fritterin'
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away
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I
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say
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your
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young
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men'll
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be
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fritterin'!
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Fritterin'
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away
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their
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noontime,
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suppertime,
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choretime
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too!
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Get
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the
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ball
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in
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the
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pocket
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Never
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mind
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gettin'
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dandelions
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pulled
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Or
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the
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screen
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door
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patched
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or
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the
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beefsteak
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pounded
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Never
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mind
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pumpin'
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any
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water
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Til
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your
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parents
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are
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caught
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with
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the
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cistern
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empty
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On
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a
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Saturday
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night
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and
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that's
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trouble
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Yes
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you
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got
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lots
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and
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lots
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of
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trouble
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I'm
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thinkin'
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of
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the
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kids
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in
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the
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knickerbockers
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Shirt
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tail
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young
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ones,
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peekin'
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in
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the
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pool
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Hall
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window
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after
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school,
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ya
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got
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trouble,
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folks!
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Right
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here
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in
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River
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City
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Trouble
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with
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a
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capital
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T
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And
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that
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rhymes
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with
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P
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and
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that
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stands
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for
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pool!
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Now,
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I
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know
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all
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you
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folks
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are
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the
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right
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kind
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of
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parents
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I'm
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gonna
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be
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perfectly
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frank
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Would
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ya
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like
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to
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know
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what
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kinda
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conversation
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goes
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On
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while
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they're
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loafin'
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around
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that
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Hall?
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They
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be
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tryin'
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out
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Bevo,
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tryin'
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out
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cubebs
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Tryin'
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out
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Tailor
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Mades
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like
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cigarette
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fiends!
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And
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braggin'
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all
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about
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How
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they're
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gonna
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cover
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up
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a
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tell tale
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breath
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with
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Sen-Sen
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One
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fine
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night,
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they
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leave
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the
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pool
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hall
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Headin'
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for
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the
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dance
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at
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the
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Armory!
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Libertine
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men
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and
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Scarlet
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women!
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And
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Rag-time,
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shameless
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music
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That'll
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grab
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your
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son,
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your
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daughter
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With
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the
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arms
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of
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a
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jungle
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animal
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instinct!
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Massstaria!
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Friends,
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the
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idle
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brain
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is
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the
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devil's
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playground!
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Trouble!
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Right
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here
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in
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River
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City!
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With
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a
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capital
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T
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And
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that
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rhymes
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with
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P
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And
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that
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stands
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for
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pool
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We've
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surely
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got
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trouble!
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Right
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here
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in
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River
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City
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Gotta
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figure
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out
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a
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way
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To
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keep
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the
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young
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ones
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moral
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after
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school!
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Mothers
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of
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River
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City!
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Heed
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that
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warning
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before
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it's
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too
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late!
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Watch
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for
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the
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tell tale
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signs
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of
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corruption!
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The
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moment
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your
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son
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leaves
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the
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house
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Does
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he
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rebuckle
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his
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knickerbockers
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below
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the
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knee?
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Is
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there
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a
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nicotine
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stain
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on
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his
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index
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finger?
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A
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dime
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novel
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hidden
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in
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the
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corn
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crib?
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Is
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he
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starting
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to
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memorize
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jokes
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from
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Cap'n
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Billy's
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Whiz
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Bang?
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Are
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certain
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words
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creeping
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into
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his
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conversation?
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Words
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like,
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like
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swell?
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And
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so's
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your
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old
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man?
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Well,
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if
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so
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my
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friends
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Ya
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got
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trouble
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Right
|
here
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in
|
River
|
City!
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With
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a
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capital
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T
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And
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that
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rhymes
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with
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P
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And
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that
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stands
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for
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pool!
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We've
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surely
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got
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trouble!
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Right
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here
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in
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River
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City!
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Remember
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the
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Maine,
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Plymouth
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Rock
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and
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the
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Golden
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Rule!
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Oh,
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we
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got
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trouble
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We're
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in
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terrible,
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terrible
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trouble
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That
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game
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with
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the
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fifteen
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numbered
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balls
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is
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a
|
devil's
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tool!
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Oh
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yes
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we
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got
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trouble,
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trouble,
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trouble!
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With
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a
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T!
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Gotta
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rhyme
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it
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with
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P!
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And
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that
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stands
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for
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pool!
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