Lyrics
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I
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don't
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ever
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want
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to
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hate
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you
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So
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don't
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show
|
me
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your
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bed
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The
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only
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roads
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are
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cul-de-sacs
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The
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first
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thing
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that
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she
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said
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Temptation
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greets
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you
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like
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your
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naughty
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mate
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The
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one
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that
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used
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to
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get
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you
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in
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bother
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But
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one
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you
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could
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never
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bring
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yourself
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to
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hate
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And
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she
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said
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we've
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got
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that
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spark
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But
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only
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lights
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a
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fuse,
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helps
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you
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see
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in
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Lyrics
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the
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dark
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But
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it's
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a
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sight
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you'll
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lose
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when
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The
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temptation
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greets
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you
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like
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your
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naughty
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friend
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I
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don't
|
ever
|
want
|
to
|
hate
|
you
|
So
|
don't
|
show
|
me
|
your
|
bed
|
The
|
only
|
roads
|
are
|
cul-de-sacs
|
The
|
only
|
ends
|
are
|
dead
|
Temptation
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greets
|
you
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like
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your
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naughty
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mate
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The
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one
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that
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made
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you
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steal
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and
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set
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things
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on
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fire
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The
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one
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you
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haven't
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seen
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of
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late
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Lyrics
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And
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I
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said
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that
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kind
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of
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talk
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Only
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adds
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intrigue
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to
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the
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cauldron
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of
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thought
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It's
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already
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exceeding
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Temptation,
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the
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very
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thing
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that
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held
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her
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back
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I
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don't
|
ever
|
want
|
to
|
hate
|
you
|
So
|
don't
|
show
|
me
|
your
|
bed
|
The
|
only
|
roads
|
are
|
cul-de-sacs
|
The
|
only
|
ends
|
are
|
dead
|
I
|
don't
|
ever
|
want
|
to
|
hate
|
you
|
It's
|
not
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part
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of
|
the
|
plan
|
So
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keep
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your
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Lyrics
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charm
|
where
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I
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can't
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see
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it
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And
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your
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hands
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where
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I
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can
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Yo,
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it's
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Rasc'
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gettin'
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dirtee
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stankin',
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yeah
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We
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used
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to
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be
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in
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tight,
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me
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and
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my
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naughty
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friends
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Caused
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pure
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madness
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in
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the
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end,
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I
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mean
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day
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and
|
night
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We
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robbed,
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we
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stole,
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we
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loved
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to
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fight
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Smoking,
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drinking,
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drag
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riding
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Drugs,
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thugs,
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not
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law
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-abiding
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Reckless
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youngsters,
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no
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direction,
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no
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sign
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of
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correction
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But
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then
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I
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switched
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it
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off,
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changed
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my
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ways
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the
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area
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like,
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"Oh,
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my
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days"
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But
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a
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lot
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of
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my
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naghty
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friends,
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they're
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not
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phased
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Can't
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believe
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that
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this
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music
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pays
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See
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no
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reason
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why
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we
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can't
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do
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All
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the
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things
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that
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we've
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always
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done
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Still
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in
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my
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heart
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I
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know
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that's
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just
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one
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But
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it's
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hard
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to
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fight
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the
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temptation,
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son
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The
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Lyrics
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panic
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will
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fall
|
down
|
around
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you
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If
|
you
|
don't
|
do
|
what
|
I
|
say
|
I
|
don't
|
ever
|
want
|
to
|
hate
|
you
|
So
|
don't
|
show
|
me
|
your
|
bed
|
The
|
only
|
roads
|
are
|
cul-de-sacs
|
The
|
only
|
ends
|
are
|
dead
|
I
|
dont
|
ever
|
want
|
to
|
hate
|
you
|
It's
|
not
|
part
|
of
|
the
|
plan
|
So
|
keep
|
your
|
charm
|
where
|
I
|
can't
|
see
|
it
|
And
|
your
|
hands
|
where
|
I
|
can
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