Lyrics
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I
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just
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wanted
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to
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be
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one
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of
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The
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Strokes
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Now
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look
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at
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the
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mess
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you
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made
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me
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make
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Hitchhiking
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with
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a
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monogrammed
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suitcase
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Miles
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away
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from
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any
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half
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-useful
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imaginary
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highway
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I'm
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a
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big
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name
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in
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deep
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space,
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ask
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your
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mates
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But
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golden
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boy's
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in
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bad
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shape
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I
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found
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out
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the
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hard
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way
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that
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Here
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ain't
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no
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place
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for
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dolls
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like
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you
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and
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me
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Lyrics
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Everybody's
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on
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a
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barge
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floating
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down
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the
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stream
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of
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great
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TV
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1984,
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2019
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Maybe
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I
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was
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a
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little
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too
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wild
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in
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the
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'70s
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Rocket
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-ship
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grease
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down
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the
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cracks
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of
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my
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knuckles
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Karate
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bandana,
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warp
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speed
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chic
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Hair
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down
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to
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there,
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impressive
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moustache
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Love
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came
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in
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a
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bottle
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with
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a
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twist
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-off
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cap
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Let's
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all
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have
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a
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swig
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and
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do
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a
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hot
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Lyrics
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lap
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So
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who
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you
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gonna
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call?
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The
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Martini
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Police
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Baby,
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that
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isn't
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how
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they
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look
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tonight,
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oh
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no
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It
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took
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the
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light
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forever
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to
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get
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to
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your
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eyes
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I
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just
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wanted
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to
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be
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one
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of
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those
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ghosts
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You
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thought
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that
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you
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could
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forget
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And
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then
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I
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haunt
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you
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via
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the
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rear
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view
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mirror
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On
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a
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long
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drive
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from
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the
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back
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seat
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But
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it's
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Lyrics
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alright
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'cause
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you
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love
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me
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And
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you
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recognize
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that
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it
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ain't
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how
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it
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should
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be
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Your
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eyes
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are
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heavy
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and
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the
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weather's
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getting
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ugly
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So
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pull
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over,
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I
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know
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the
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place
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Don't
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you
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know
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an
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apparition
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is
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a
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cheap
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date?
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What
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exactly
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is
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it
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you've
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been
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drinking
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these
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days?
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Jukebox
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in
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the
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corner
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"Long
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Hot
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Summer"
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They've
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got
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a
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film
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up
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on
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the
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Lyrics
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wall
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and
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it's
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dark
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enough
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to
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dance
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What
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do
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you
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mean
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you've
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never
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seen
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Blade
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Runner?
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Oh,
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maybe
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I
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was
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a
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little
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too
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wild
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in
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the
|
'70s
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Back
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down
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to
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earth
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with
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a
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lounge
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singer
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shimmer
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Elevator
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down
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to
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my
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make
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-believe
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residency
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From
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the
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honeymoon
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suite
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Two
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shows
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a
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day,
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four
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nights
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a
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week
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Easy
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money
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So
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who
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you
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gonna
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call?
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The
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Lyrics
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Martini
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Police
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So
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who
|
you
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gonna
|
call?
|
The
|
Martini
|
Police
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Oh,
|
baby,
|
that
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isn't
|
how
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they
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look
|
tonight
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It
|
took
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the
|
light
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absolutely
|
forever
|
to
|
get
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to
|
your
|
eyes
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And
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as
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we
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gaze
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skyward,
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ain't
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it
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dark
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early?
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It's
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the
|
star
|
treatment
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Yeah,
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and
|
as
|
we
|
gaze
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skyward,
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ain't
|
it
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dark
|
early?
|
It's
|
the
|
star
|
treatment
|
It's
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the
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star
|
treatment
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The
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star
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treatment
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