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I
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just
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sort
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of
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always
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feel
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sick
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without
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you,
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baby
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I
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ain't
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got
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anything
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to
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lick
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without
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you,
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baby
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Nothing
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seems
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to
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stick
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without
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you,
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baby
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Ain't
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I
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fallen
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in
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love?
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It's
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just
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the
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pits
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without
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you,
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baby
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It's
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really
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just
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the
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pits
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without
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you,
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baby
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It's
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like
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everyone's
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a
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dick
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without
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you,
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baby
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Ain't
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I
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fallen
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in
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love?
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And
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all
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my
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pals
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will
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tell
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me
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is
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that
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I'm
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crazy
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You
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bet
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I'm
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loopy,
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alright
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And
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I
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just
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don't
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recognise
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this
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fool
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that
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you
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have
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made
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me
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Woah,
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I
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ain't
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seen
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him
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for
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a
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while
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And
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as
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your
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shrinking
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figure
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blows
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a
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kiss
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I
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catch
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and
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smash
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it
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on
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my
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lips
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Darling,
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I
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can't
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seem
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to
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quit
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Completely
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falling
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to
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bits
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I
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really
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might
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be
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losing
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it
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The
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idea
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that
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you've
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existed
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all
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along's
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ridiculous
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I
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don't
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know
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what
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to
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say
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Baby,
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we
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ought
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to
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f***
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Seven
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years
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of
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bad
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luck
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out
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the
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parlour
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room
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mirror
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Could
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I
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have
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made
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it
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any
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clearer?
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It's
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love
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like
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a
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tongue
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in
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a
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nostril
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Love
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like
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an
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ache
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in
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the
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jaw
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You're
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the
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first
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day
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of
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spring
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with
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a
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septum
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piercing
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Little
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Miss
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Sweet
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Dreams,
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Tennessee
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