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The
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stars
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lean
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down
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to
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kiss
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you
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and
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I
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lie
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awake
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and
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miss
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you.
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Pour
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me
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a
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heavy
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dose
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of
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atmosphere.
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'Cause
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I'll
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doze
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off
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safe
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and
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soundly,
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but
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I'll
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miss
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your
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arms
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around
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me.
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I'd
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send
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a
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postcard
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to
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you,
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dear
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'cause
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I
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wish
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you
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were
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here.
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I'll
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watch
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the
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night
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turn
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light
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blue,
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but
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it's
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not
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the
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same
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without
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you.
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Because
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it
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takes
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two
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to
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whisper
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quietly.
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The
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silence
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isn't
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so
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bad
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'til
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I
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look
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at
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my
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hands
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and
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feel
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sad
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'cause
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the
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spaces
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between
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my
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fingers
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are
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right
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where
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yours
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fit
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perfectly.
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I'll
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find
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Answer
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repose
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in
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new
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ways,
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though
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I
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haven't
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slept
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in
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two
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days
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'cause
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cold
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nostalgia
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chills
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me
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to
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the
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bone.
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But
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drenched
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in
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vanilla
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twilight,
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I'll
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sit
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on
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the
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front
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porch
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all
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night,
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waist
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deep
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in
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thought
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because
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when
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I
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think
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of
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you,
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I
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don't
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feel
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so
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alone.
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I
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don't
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feel
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so
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alone.
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I
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don't
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feel
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alone.
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As
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many
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times
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as
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I
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blink,
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I'll
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think
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of
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you
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tonight.
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I'll
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think
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of
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you
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tonight.
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When
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violet
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eyes
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get
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brighter
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and
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heavy
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wings
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grow
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lighter,
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I'll
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taste
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the
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sky
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and
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feel
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alive
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again.
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And
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I'll
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forget
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the
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world
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that
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I
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knew,
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but
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I
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swear
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I
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won't
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forget
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you.
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Oh
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if
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my
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voice
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could
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reach
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back
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through
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the
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past,
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I'd
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whisper
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in
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your
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ear,
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"oh
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darling,
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I
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wish
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you
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were
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here."
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