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My
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hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down.
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My
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hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down.
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My
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hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up.
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My
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hair
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flows
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like
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a
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waterfall
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over
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a
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cliff
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that
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is
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my
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face.
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My
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hair
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goes
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heavenbound.
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Dirty
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blonde
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rockets
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into
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space.
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My
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hair
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conceals
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my
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elf
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ears.
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They
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are
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a
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little
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bit
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embarrassing.
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Well
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with
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hair
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this
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high
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I'm
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six
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foot
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nine
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making
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me
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a
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giant
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technically
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speaking.
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Well
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I
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can
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shake
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my
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hair
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and
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generate
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enough
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breeze
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to
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locomote
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a
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toy
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sail
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boat.
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I
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would
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need
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no
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broom
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to
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sweep
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this
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room
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if
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someone
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spilt
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honey
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bunches
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of
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oats
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'cause
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my
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hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down.
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My
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hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down.
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My
|
hair
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goes
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up.
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My
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hair
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goes
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up.
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My
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hair
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pwns
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gravity.
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It
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makes
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Sir
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Isaac
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Newton
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question
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himself.
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My
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hair
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looks
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rustic
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like
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I've
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draped
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my
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head
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with
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a
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beaver
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pelt.
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A
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momma
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bird
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laid
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some
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eggs
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up
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there.
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I
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didn't
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mind
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that
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much.
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She
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raised
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them
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in
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my
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quaff
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'til
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the
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birdies
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flew
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off
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and
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we
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still
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keep
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in
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touch.
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I
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bet
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you
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didn't
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see
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my
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switch
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blade
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or
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my
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iPad
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or
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my
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chai
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tea
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and
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with
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a
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little
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more
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growth
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you
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won't
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even
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know
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I
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got
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a
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full
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sized
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baby.
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A
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full
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sized
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baby?
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Yeah.
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I'm
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gonna
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name
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him
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Ricky.
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After
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your
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dad.
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Nope.
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I
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just
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always
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wanted
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to
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name
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a
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kid
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Ricky.
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I
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would
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call
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him
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Richard
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but
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I'm
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probably
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being
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picky.
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And
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why
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are
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you
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hiding
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a
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kid
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anyway.
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Well
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it's
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actually
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just
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a
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robotic
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baby.
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What
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were
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we
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talking
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about?
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Your
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hair
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goes
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up.
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Your
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hair
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goes
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down.
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Your
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hair
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goes
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up.
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Your
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hair
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goes.
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We
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interrupt
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the
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chorus
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of
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this
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song
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to
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bring
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you
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an
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important
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message.
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There
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are
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many
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weighty
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decisions
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you
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must
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make
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in
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life.
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Like
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who
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you're
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gonna
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marry.
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What
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you're
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gonna
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do
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for
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a
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living.
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Boxers
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or
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briefs.
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Or
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commando.
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And
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listen.
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You're
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gonna
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make
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mistakes.
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You
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might
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invest
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your
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life
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savings
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in
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dehydrated
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water.
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You
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might
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forget
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whether
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prohibited
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means
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you
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can
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do
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it
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or
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you
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can't
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do
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it.
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You
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might
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ask
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a
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non
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pregnant
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woman
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if
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she's
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pregnant.
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That's
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ok.
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You'll
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recover.
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But
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just
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make
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sure
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you
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get
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this
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one
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most
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important
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course
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of
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your
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life
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altering
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choice
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right.
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Can
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I
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have
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my
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baby
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back
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now?
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Yeah.
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Does
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your
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hair
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go
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up
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or
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does
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it
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go
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up
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down/up.
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