Answer
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Destiny
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When
|
we
|
met
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I
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told
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you
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I’d
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been
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treated
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carelessly
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Next
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to
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me
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In
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the
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bed
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of
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poison
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oak,
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you
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were
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the
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remedy
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You
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couldn’t
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have
|
loved
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a
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girl
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any
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harder
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than
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you
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loved
|
me
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So
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I
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couldn’t
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ask
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anymore
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And
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I
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know
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it’s
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wrong
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But
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now
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you’re
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gone,
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honey,
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I
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can’t
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sleep
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I’m
|
just
|
talking
|
to
|
your
|
memory
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I
|
still
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love
|
you,
|
but
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
Back
|
to
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therapy,
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therapy
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You
|
swore
|
it’s
|
somewhere
|
I
|
would
|
never
|
be,
|
never
|
be
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So
|
how
|
come
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
back
|
to
|
therapy?
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I
|
was
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abandoned,
|
but
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you
|
swore
|
that
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you’d
|
be
|
there
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for
|
me
|
Carefully
|
You
|
touched
|
me,
|
now
|
your
|
touch
|
will
|
last
|
for
|
centuries
|
You
|
couldn’t
|
have
|
loved
|
a
|
girl
|
any
|
harder
|
than
|
you
|
loved
|
me
|
So
|
I
|
couldn’t
|
ask
|
anymore
|
At
|
least
|
I
|
had
|
you
|
for
|
this
|
long
|
Now
|
you’re
|
gone,
|
honey,
|
I
|
can’t
|
|
Answer
|
sleep
|
I’m
|
just
|
talking
|
to
|
your
|
memory
|
I
|
still
|
love
|
you,
|
but
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
Back
|
to
|
therapy,
|
therapy
|
Oh
|
Lord,
|
I’m
|
going
|
back
|
to
|
therapy,
|
therapy
|
You
|
swore
|
it’s
|
somewhere
|
I
|
would
|
never
|
be,
|
never
|
be
|
So
|
how
|
come
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
You
|
gave
|
the
|
world
|
and
|
you
|
gave
|
me
|
your
|
word
|
It
|
built
|
me
|
like
|
a
|
promise
|
till
|
it
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broke
|
me
|
like
|
a
|
curse
|
With
|
your
|
shadow
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in
|
the
|
door,
|
you
|
were
|
turning
|
in
|
your
|
key
|
I
|
knew
|
loving
|
you
|
was
|
letting
|
you
|
leave
|
Now
|
you’re
|
gone,
|
honey,
|
I
|
can’t
|
sleep
|
I’m
|
just
|
talking
|
to
|
your
|
memory
|
I
|
still
|
love
|
you,
|
but
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
Back
|
to
|
therapy,
|
therapy
|
Oh
|
lord,
|
I’m
|
going
|
back
|
to
|
therapy,
|
therapy
|
You
|
swore
|
it’s
|
somewhere
|
I
|
would
|
never
|
be,
|
never
|
be
|
So
|
how
|
come
|
you’re
|
taking
|
me
|
From
|
your
|
arms
|
back
|
to
|
therapy?
|
|