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She
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paints
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her
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fingers
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with
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a
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close
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precision.
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He
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starts
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to
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notice
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empty
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bottles
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of
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gin.
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And
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takes
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a
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moment
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to
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assess
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the
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sins
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she's
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paid
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for.
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A
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lonely
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speaker
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in
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a
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conversation.
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Her
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words
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are
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swimming
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through
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his
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ears
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again.
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There's
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nothing
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wrong
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with
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just
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a
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taste
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of
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what
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you
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paid
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for.
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Say
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what
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you
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mean.
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Tell
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me
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I'm
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right.
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And
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let
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the
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sun
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rain
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down
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on
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me.
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Give
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me
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a
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sign.
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I
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want
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to
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believe.
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Whoa,
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oh
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oh
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oh
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oh,
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Mona
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Lisa!
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You're
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guarenteed
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to
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run
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this
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town.
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Whoa,
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oh
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oh
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oh
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oh,
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Mona
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Lisa!
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I'd
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pay
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to
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see
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you
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frown.
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He
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senses
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something,
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call
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it
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desperation.
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Another
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dollar,
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another
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day.
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And
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if
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she
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had
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the
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proper
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words
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to
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say,
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she
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would
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tell
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him.
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But
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she'd
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have
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nothing
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left
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to
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sell
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him.
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Say
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what
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Lyrics
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you
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mean.
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Tell
|
me
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I'm
|
right.
|
And
|
let
|
the
|
sun
|
rain
|
down
|
on
|
me.
|
Give
|
me
|
a
|
sign.
|
I
|
want
|
to
|
believe.
|
Whoa,
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh,
|
Mona
|
Lisa!
|
You're
|
guarenteed
|
to
|
run
|
this
|
town.
|
Whoa,
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh,
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Mona
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Lisa!
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I'd
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pay
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to
|
see
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you
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frown.
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(Mona
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Lisa)
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Say
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what
|
you
|
mean.
|
Tell
|
me
|
I'm
|
right.
|
And
|
let
|
the
|
sun
|
rain
|
down
|
on
|
me.
|
Give
|
me
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Lyrics
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a
|
sign.
|
I
|
want
|
to
|
believe.
|
Whoa,
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh,
|
Mona
|
Lisa!
|
You're
|
guarenteed
|
to
|
run
|
this
|
town.
|
Whoa,
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh
|
oh,
|
Mona
|
Lisa!
|
I'd
|
pay
|
to
|
see
|
you
|
frown.
|
Say
|
what
|
you
|
mean.
|
Tell
|
me
|
I'm
|
right.
|
And
|
let
|
the
|
sun
|
rain
|
down
|
on
|
me.
|
Give
|
me
|
a
|
sign
|
I
|
want
|
to
|
believe.
|
There's
|
nothing
|
wrong
|
with
|
just
|
a
|
taste
|
of
|
what
|
you
|
paid
|
for.
|
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