Lyrics
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Everybody's
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crazy
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for
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pretending
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they're
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not
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Used
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to
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be
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as
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kids,
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but
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guess
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who
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forgot
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How
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many
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years
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does
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it
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take
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to
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unlearn?
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Life's
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just
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a
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game
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and
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it's
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just
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your
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turn
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I
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look
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out
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the
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window
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at
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my
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old
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trampoline
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Forgotten
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and
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rusted
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like
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Lyrics
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all
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of
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my
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dreams
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Maybe
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the
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best
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thing
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that
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I
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can
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do
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Is
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begin
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again
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and
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start
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things
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anew
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So
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I'll
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beat
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the
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drum
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and
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scream
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at
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the
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sun
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Trampoline,
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up,
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up,
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up,
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down
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Begin
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again
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and
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find
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a
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new
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end
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Trampoline,
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up,
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up,
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up,
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Lyrics
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down
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Trampoline
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She
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led
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me
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by
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the
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hand
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to
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the
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trampoline
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My
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muse
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walked
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me
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through
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my
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dizzy
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drunken
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dream
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Young
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lovers
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making
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heat
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on
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a
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summer
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night
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Her
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lily
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skin
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burning
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naked
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and
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bright
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We
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confessed
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to
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each
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other
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that
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we
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felt
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the
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same
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Lyrics
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She
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pulled
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me
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in
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close
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and
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softly
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breathed
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my
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name
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Wish
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I
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could
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stare
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again
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into
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those
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eager
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honest
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eyes
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That
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now
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in
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my
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mind
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glare
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at
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me
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with
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despise
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So
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I'll
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beat
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the
|
drum
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and
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scream
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at
|
the
|
sun
|
Trampoline,
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up,
|
up,
|
up,
|
down
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Lyrics
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Begin
|
again
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and
|
find
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a
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new
|
end
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Trampoline,
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up,
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up,
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up,
|
down
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Trampoline
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Eternal
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sunshine
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of
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the
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spotless
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mind
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Wish
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I
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could
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go
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back
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and
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a-just
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rewind
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And
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see
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the
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world
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through
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a
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newborn's
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eyes
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Strip
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my
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consciousness
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of
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its
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filters
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and
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its
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favorite
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lies
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Lyrics
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I'm
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tired
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of
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being
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one
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of
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the
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living
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dead
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Walking
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through
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their
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doldrums
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to
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their
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icy
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beds
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They
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exchange
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cold
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shakes
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and
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disposable
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smiles
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A
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mess
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of
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unhappiness
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and
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denial
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I
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just
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want
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to
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dance
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in
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the
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pouring
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rain
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Not
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care
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if
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people
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call
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me
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Lyrics
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insane
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Live
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and
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love
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like
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I've
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never
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been
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hurt
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Come
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home
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happy,
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covered
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in
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dirt
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So
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I'll
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beat
|
the
|
drum
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and
|
scream
|
at
|
the
|
sun
|
Trampoline,
|
up,
|
up,
|
up,
|
down
|
Begin
|
again
|
and
|
find
|
a
|
new
|
end
|
Trampoline,
|
up,
|
up,
|
up,
|
down,
|
Trampoline
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I
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want
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Lyrics
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to
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see
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your
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face
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and
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not
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feel
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a
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thing
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I
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want
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to
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hear
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your
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name
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and
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not
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feel
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its
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sting
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I
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want
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to
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be
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pure,
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I
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want
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to
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be
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cured
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of
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this
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degenerative
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disease
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These
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dark
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dreams
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and
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these
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lies
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that
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I
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believe
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Oh,
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trampoline
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