Lyric
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One,
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two,
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three,
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four,
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five,
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six,
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seven,
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eight,
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nine
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There
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are
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ten
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things
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you
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need
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to
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know
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(Number
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one!)
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We
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rowed
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across
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the
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Hudson
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at
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dawn
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My
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friend,
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William
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P.
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Van
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Ness
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signed
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on
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as
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my
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(Number
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two!)
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Hamilton
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arrived
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with
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his
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crew
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Nathaniel
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Pendelton
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and
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a
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doctor
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that
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he
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knew
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(Number
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three!)
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I
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watched
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Hamilton
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examine
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the
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terrain
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I
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wish
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I
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could
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tell
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you
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what
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was
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happening
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in
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his
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brain
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This
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man
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has
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poisoned
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my
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political
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pursuits!
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Most
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disputes
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die
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and
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no
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one
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Lyric
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shoots
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(Number
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four!)
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Hamilton,
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drew
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first
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position
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Looking,
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to
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the
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world,
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like
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a
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man
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on
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a
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mission
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This
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is
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a
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soldier
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with
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a
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marksman's
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ability
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The
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doctor
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turned
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around
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so
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he
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could
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have
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deniability
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(Five!)
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Now
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I
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didn't
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know
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this
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at
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the
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time
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But
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we
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were
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near
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the
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same
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spot
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my
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(your)
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son
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died,
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is
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that
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why?
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(Six!)
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He
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examined
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his
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gun
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with
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such
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rigor?
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I
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watched
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as
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he
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methodically
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fiddled
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with
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the
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trigger
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Confession
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time?
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Here's
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what
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I
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got
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My
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fellow
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soldiers'll
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tell
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Lyric
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you
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I'm
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a
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terrible
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shot
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(Number
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eight!)
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Your
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last
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chance
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to
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negotiate
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Send
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in
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your
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seconds,
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see
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if
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they
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can
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set
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the
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record
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straight
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They
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won't
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teach
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you
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this
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in
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your
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classes
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But
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look
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it
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up,
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Hamilton
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was
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wearing
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his
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glasses
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Why?
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If
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not
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to
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take
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deadly
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aim?
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It's
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him
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or
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me,
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the
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world
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will
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never
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be
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the
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same
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I
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had
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only
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one
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thought
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before
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the
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slaughter
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This
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man
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will
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not
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make
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an
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orphan
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of
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my
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daughter
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(Number
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nine!)
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Look
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him
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in
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the
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Lyric
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eyes,
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aim
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no
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higher,
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Summon
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all
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the
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courage
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you
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require
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Then
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count
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(One,
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two,
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three,
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four,
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five,
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six,
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seven,
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eight,
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nine
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Number-
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ten
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paces,
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fire!)
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I
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imagine
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death
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so
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much
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it
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feels
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more
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like
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a
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memory
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Is
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this
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where
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it
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gets
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me,
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on
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my
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feet,
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sev'ral
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feet
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ahead
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of
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me?
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I
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see
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it
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coming,
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do
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I
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run
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or
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fire
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my
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gun
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or
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let
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it
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be?
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There
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is
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no
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beat,
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no
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melody
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Burr,
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my
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first
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friend,
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my
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enemy
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Maybe
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the
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last
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face
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I
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ever
|
|
Lyric
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see
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If
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I
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throw
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away
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my
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shot,
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is
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this
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how
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you'll
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remember
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me?
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What
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if
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this
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bullet
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is
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my
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legacy?
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Legacy,
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what
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is
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a
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legacy?
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It's
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planning
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seeds
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in
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a
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garden
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you
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never
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get
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to
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see
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I
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wrote
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some
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notes
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at
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the
|
beginning
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of
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a
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song
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someone
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will
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sing
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for
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me
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America,
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you
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great
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unfinished
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symphony,
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you
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sent
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for
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me
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You
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let
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me
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make
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a
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difference,
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a
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place
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where
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even
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orphan
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immigrants
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Can
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leave
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their
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fingerprints
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and
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rise
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up
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I'm
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running
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out
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of
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Lyric
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time,
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I'm
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running,
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and
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my
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time's
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up
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WIse
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up,
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eyes
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up
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I
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catch
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a
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glimpse
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of
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the
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other
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side
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Laurens
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leads
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a
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soldiers'
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chorus
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on
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the
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other
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side
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My
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son
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is
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on
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the
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other
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side
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He's
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with
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my
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mother
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on
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the
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other
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side
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Washington
|
is
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watching
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from
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the
|
other
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side
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Teach
|
me
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how
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to
|
say
|
goodbye
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Rise
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up,
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rise
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up,
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rise
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up,
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Eliza!
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My
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love,
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take
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your
|
time
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I'll
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see
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you
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on
|
the
|
other
|
side
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Raise
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a
|
glass
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to
|
freedom
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He
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aims
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his
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