Lyrics
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We
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may
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not
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know
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which
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way
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to
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go
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On
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this
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dark
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road
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(Mr. Duckworth)
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All
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of
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these
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hoes
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make
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it
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difficult
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Session
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ten,
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Breakthrough
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One
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of
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these
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lives,
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I'ma
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make
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things
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right
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With
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the
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wrongs
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I've
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done
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that's
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one
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of
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you
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know
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with
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the
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Father,
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Son,
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'til
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then,
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I
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fight
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Rain
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on
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me,
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put
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the
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blame
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on
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me
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Lyrics
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Got
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guilt,
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got
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hurt,
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got
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shame
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on
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me
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Got
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six
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magazines
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that's
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aimed
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at
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me
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Done
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every
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magazine,
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what's
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fame
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to
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me
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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And
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Fallin'
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It's
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a
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game
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to
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me,
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where
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the
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bedroom
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at?
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Sleep,
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I
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ain't
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had
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affairs
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with
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that
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What's
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fair
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when
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the
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hearts
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and
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the
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words
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don't
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reach?
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What's
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fair
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when
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the
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Lyrics
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money
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don't
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take
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things
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back?
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It's
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rare
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when
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somebody
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take
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your
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dreams
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back?
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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and
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Fallin'
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I
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care
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too
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much,
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wanna
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share
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too
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much
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In
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my
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head
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too
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much,
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I
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shut
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down
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too
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I
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ain't
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there
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too
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much,
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I'm
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a
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complex
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soul
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They
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layered
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me
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up,
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then
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broke
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me
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down
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And
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moralities
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dust
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I
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lack
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Lyrics
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in
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trust
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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And
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Fallin'
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This
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time
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around,
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I
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trust
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myself
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Please
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everybody
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else
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but
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myself
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All
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else
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fails,
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I
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was
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myself
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Out
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done
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fear,
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Out
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done
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myself
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This
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year,
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you
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better
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one
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yourself
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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And
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Fallin'
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Mask
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on
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the
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babies
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Mask
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on
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an
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Opp
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Wear
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mask
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in
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the
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neighborhood
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stores
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you
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shot
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Lyrics
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But
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a
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mask
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won't
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hide
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who
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you
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are
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inside
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Look
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around,
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the
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realities
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carved
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in
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lives
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Wipe
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my
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ego,
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dodge
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my
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pride
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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And
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Fallin'
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Look
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myself
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in
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the
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mirror
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Amityville
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I
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ain't
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seen
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nothin'
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scarier
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I
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fought
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like
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a
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pit
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bull
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terrier,
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blood
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I
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shed
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could
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fill
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up
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aquariums
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Tell
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my
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angels,
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"Carry
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'Em"
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Lyrics
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And
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I'm
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Trippin'
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And
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Fallin'
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Every
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emotion
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been
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deprived
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Even
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my
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strong
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points
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couldn't
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survive
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If
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I
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didn't
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learn
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to
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love
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myself,
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forgive
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myself
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a
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hundred
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times,
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dawg
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I
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love
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when
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you
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count
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me
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out
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I
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love
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when
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you
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count
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me
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out
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I
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love
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when
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you
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count
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me
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out
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I
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love
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when
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you
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count
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me
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out
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