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Is
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this
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the
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real
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life?
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Is
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this
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just
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fantasy?
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Caught
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in
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a
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landslide,
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no
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escape
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from
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reality.
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Open
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your
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eyes,
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look
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up
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to
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the
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skies
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and
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see,
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I'm
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just
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a
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poor
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boy,
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I
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need
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no
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sympathy
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because
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I'm
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easy
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come
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easy
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go
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little
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high
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little
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low,
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any
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way
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the
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wind
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blows
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doesn't
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really
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matter
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to
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me,
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to
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me.
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Mama,
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just
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killed
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a
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man,
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put
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a
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gun
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against
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his
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head
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pulled
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the
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trigger
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now
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he's
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dead.
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Mama,
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life
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had
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just
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begun,
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but
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now
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I've
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gone
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and
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thrown
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it
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all
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away.
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Mama,
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didn't
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mean
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to
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make
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you
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cry,
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if
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I'm
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not
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back
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again
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this
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time
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tomorrow,
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carry
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on,
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carry,
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on
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as
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if
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nothing
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really
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matters
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Too
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late,
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my
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time
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has
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come,
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sends
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shivers
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down
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my
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spine,
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body's
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aching
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all
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the
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time.
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Goodbye,
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everybody,
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I've
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got
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to
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go,
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gotta
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leave
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you
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all
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behind
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and
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face
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the
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truth
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Mama,
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I
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don't
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want
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to
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die,
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I
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sometimes
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wish
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I'd
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never
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been
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born
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at
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all.
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I
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see
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a
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little
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silhouetto
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of
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a
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man,
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Scaramouche,
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Scaramouche,
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will
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you
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do
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the
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Fandango?
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Thunderbolt
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and
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lightning,
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very,
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very
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frightening
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me
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Galileo
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Galileo,
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Galileo
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Figaro
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Magnifico
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I'm
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just
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a
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poor
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boy,
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nobody
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loves
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me.
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He's
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just
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a
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poor
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boy
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from
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a
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poor
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family,
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spare
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him
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his
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life
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from
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this
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monstrosity
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Easy
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come,
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easy
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go,
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will
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you
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let
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me
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go?
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Bismillah!
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No,
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we
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will
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not
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let
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you
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go.
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Bismillah!
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We
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will
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not
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let
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you
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go.
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Bismillah!
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We
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will
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not
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let
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you
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go.
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Will
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not
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let
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you
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go.
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Never,
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never
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let
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you
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go
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never
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let
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me
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go.
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No,
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no,
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no,
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no,
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no,
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no,
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no.
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Mama
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mia,
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mama
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mia
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Beelzebub
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has
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a
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devil
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put
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aside
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for
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me,
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for
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me.
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So
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you
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think
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you
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can
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stone
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me
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and
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spit
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in
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my
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eye?
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So
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you
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think
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you
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can
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love
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me
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and
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leave
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me
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to
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die?
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Baby,
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can't
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do
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this
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to
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me,
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baby,
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just
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gotta
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get
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out,
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just
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gotta
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get
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right
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outta
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here
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Nothing
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really
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matters,
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anyone
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can
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see.,
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nothing
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really
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matters,
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nothing
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really
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matters
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to
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me.
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Any
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way
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the
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wind
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blows.
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