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Well,
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last
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night
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these
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two
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bouncers
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And
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one
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of
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'em's
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alright,
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the
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other
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one's
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a
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scary'un
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His
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way
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or
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no
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way;
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totalitarian
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He's
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got
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no
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time
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for
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you
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looking
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or
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breathin'
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How
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he
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don't
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want
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you
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to,
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so
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step
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out
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the
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queue
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He
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makes
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examples
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of
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you,
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and
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there's
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nowt
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you
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can
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say
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Behind
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they
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go
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through
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to
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the
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bit
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where
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you
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pay
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And
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you
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realise
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then
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that
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it's
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finally
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the
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time
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To
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walk
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back
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past
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ten-
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thousand
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eyes
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in
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the
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line
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And
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you
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can
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swap
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jumpers
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or
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make
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another
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move
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Instilled
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in
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your
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brain
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you've
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got
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somethin'
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to
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prove
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To
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all
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the
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smirkin'
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faces
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and
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the
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boys
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in
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black
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Why
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can't
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they
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be
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pleasant?
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Why
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can't
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they
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have
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a
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laugh?
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He's
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got
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his
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hand
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in
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your
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chest,
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he
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wants
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to
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give
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you
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a
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duff
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Well,
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secretly
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I
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think
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they
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want
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you
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all
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to
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kick
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off
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They
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want
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arms
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flying
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everywhere
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and
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bottles
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as
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well
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It's
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just
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something
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to
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talk
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about,
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a
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story
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to
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tell,
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yeah
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Well,
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I'm
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so
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glad
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they
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turned
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us
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all
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away,
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we'll
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put
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it
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down
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to
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fate
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I
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said
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a
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thousand
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million
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things
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that
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I
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could
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never
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say
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this
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mornin'
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Got
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too
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deep,
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but
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how
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deep
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is
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too
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deep?
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Well,
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this
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town's
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a
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different
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town
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today
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Said,
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this
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town's
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a
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different
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town
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to
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what
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it
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was
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last
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night
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You
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couldn't
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have
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done
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that
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on
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a
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Sunday
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And
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that
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girl's
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a
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different
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girl
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today
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Said,
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that
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girl's
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a
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different
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girl
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to
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her
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you
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kissed
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last
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night
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You
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couldn'ta
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done
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that
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on
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a
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Sunday
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Of
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course
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not
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Well,
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I'm
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so
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glad
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they
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turned
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us
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all
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away,
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we'll
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put
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it
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down
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to
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fate
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I
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thought
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a
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thousand
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million
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things
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that
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I
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could
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never
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think
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this
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mornin'
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Got
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too
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deep,
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but
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how
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deep
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is
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too
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deep?
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Last
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night,
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what
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we
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talked
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about
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It
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made
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so
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much
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sense
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But
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now
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the
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haze
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has
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ascended
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It
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don't
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make
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no
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sense
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anymore
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I
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said,
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last
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night,
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what
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we
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talked
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about
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It
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made
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so
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much
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sense
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But
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now
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the
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haze
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has
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ascended
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It
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don't
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make
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no
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sense
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anymore,
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oh
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Da-da,
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da-da-da
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Da-da,
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da-da-da,
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da-da-da-da
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Da-da,
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da-da-da
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da-da-da-da-da
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