Lyric
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Hey
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momma
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how
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do
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you
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get
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a
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red
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wine
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stain
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out
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of
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your
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favorite
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dress
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Black
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mascara
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off
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a
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pillow
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case
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Cure
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a
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one
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too
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many
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headache
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Momma
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can
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I
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come
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and
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maybe
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stay
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a
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few
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Lyric
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days
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this
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weekend
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or
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next
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And
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hey
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how
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do
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you
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get
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a
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red
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wine
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stain
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out
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of
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your
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favorite
|
dress
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How
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does
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he
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sleep
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at
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night
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Momma
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the
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nerve
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of
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this
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guy
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to
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leave
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me
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so
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Lyric
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easy
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Am
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I
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gonna
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be
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alright
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I
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wanna
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kick
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myself
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for
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falling
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so
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hard
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Momma
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can
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you
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die
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from
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a
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broken
|
heart
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Can
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you
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ask
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daddy
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if
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he's
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got
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time
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to
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come
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and
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look
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at
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my
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Lyric
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front
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door
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It
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got
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slammed
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last
|
night
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And
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now
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it
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don't
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close
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right
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And
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just
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promise
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that
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you
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won't
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tell
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him
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everything
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and
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keep
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that
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pistol
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in
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the
|
drawer
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Momma
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please
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don't
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say
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I'm
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gonna
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laugh
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Lyric
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about
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this
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someday
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You
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didn't
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see
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the
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way
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he
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drove
|
away
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How
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does
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he
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sleep
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at
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night
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Momma
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the
|
nerve
|
of
|
this
|
guy
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to
|
leave
|
me
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so
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easy
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Am
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I
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gonna
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be
|
alright
|
I
|
wanna
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kick
|
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Lyric
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myself
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for
|
falling
|
so
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hard
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Momma
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can
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you
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die
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from
|
a
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broken
|
heart
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Can
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your
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knees
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give
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out
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from
|
praying
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so
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hard
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Can
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you
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go
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blind
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from
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crying
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in
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the
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dark
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Was
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it
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ever
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really
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real
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Lyric
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if
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he
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don't
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feel
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like
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I
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feel
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How
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does
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he
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sleep
|
at
|
night
|
Momma
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the
|
nerve
|
of
|
this
|
guy
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to
|
leave
|
me
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so
|
easy
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Am
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I
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gonna
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be
|
alright
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How
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does
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he
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sleep
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at
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night
|
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Lyric
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Momma
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the
|
nerve
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of
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this
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guy
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to
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leave
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me
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so
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easy
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Am
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I
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gonna
|
be
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alright
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I
|
wanna
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kick
|
myself
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for
|
falling
|
so
|
hard
|
Momma
|
can
|
you
|
die
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from
|
a
|
broken
|
heart
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A
|
broken
|
heart
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