Answer
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Yeah
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I
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wake
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up
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every
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morning
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with
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my
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head
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up
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in
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a
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daze
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I'm
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not
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sure
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if
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I
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should
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say
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this,
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fuck,
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I'll
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say
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it
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anyway
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Everybody
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tries
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to
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tell
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me
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that
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I'm
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going
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through
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a
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phase
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I
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don't
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know
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if
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it's
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a
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phase,
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I
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just
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wanna
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feel
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okay,
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yeah
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I
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battle
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with
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depression
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but
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the
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question
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still
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Answer
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remains
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Is
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this
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post-traumatic
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stressing
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or
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am
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I
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suppressing
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rage?
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And
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my
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doctor
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tries
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to
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tell
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me
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that
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I'm
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going
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through
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a
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phase
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Yeah,
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it's
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not
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a
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fucking
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phase,
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I
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just
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wanna
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feel
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okay,
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okay?
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Yeah,
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I
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struggle
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with
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this
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bullshit
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every
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day
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And
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it's
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probably
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'cause
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my
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demons
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simultaneously
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rage
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It
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Obliterates
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me,
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disintegrates
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me,
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annihilates
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me
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Answer
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'Cause
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I'm
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about
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to
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break
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down,
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I'm
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searching
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for
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a
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way
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out
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I'm
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a
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liar,
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I'm
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a
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cheater,
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I'm
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a
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non-believer
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I'm
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a
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popular,
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popular
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monster
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I
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think
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I'm
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going
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nowhere
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like
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a
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rat
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trapped
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in
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a
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maze
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Every
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wall
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that
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I
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knock
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down
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is
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just
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a
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wall
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that
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I
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replace
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I'm
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in
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a
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race
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against
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myself,
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I
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Answer
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try
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to
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keep
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a
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steady
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pace
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How
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the
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fuck
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will
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I
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escape
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if
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I
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never
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close
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my
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case?
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Oh
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my
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God,
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I
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keep
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on
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stressing,
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every
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second
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that
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I
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waste
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is
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another
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second
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sooner
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to
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a
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blessing
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I
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won't
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take
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But
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my
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therapist
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will
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tell
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me
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that
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I'm
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going
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through
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a
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stage
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Yeah,
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it's
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not
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a
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fucking
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Answer
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stage,
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I
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just
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wanna
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feel
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okay,
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okay
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Motherfucker,
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now
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you
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got
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my
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attention
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I
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need
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to
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change
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a
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couple
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things
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'cause
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something
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is
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missing
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And
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if
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I
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were
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to
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lie?
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Tell
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you
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everything
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is
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fine
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Every
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single
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fucking
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day
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I
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get
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closer
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to
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the
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grave,
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I
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am
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terrified
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I
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fell
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asleep
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at
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the
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wheel
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again
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Crashed
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my
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Answer
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car
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just
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to
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feel
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again
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It
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obliterates
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me,
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disintegrates
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me,
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annihilates
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me
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CHORUS
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Yeah,
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here
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we
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go
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again,
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motherfucker,
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oh,
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We're
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sick
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and
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tired
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of
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wondering
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Praying
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to
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a
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god
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that
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you
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don't
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believe
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We're
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searching
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for
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a
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truth
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in
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the
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lost
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and
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found
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So
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the
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question
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I
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ask
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is
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Oh,
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where
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the
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fuck
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is
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your
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god
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now?
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