Lyrics
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You
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who
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charmed
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my
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dad
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with
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self
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effacing
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jokes
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Sipping
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coffee
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like
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you're
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on
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a
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late
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night
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show
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But
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then
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he
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watched
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me
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watch
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the
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front
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door
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all
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night,
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willing
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you
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to
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come
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And
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he
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said,
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"It's
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supposed
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to
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be
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fun,
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turning
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twenty-one"
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Time
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won't
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fly,
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it's
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like
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I'm
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paralyzed
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by
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it
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I'd
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like
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to
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be
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my
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old
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self
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again,
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but
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I'm
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still
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trying
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to
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find
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it
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After
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plaid
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shirt
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days
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and
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nights
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when
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you
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made
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me
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your
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own
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Now
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you
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mail
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back
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my
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things
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and
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I
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walk
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home
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alone
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But
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you
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keep
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my
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old
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scarf
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from
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that
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very
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first
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week
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'Cause
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it
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reminds
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you
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of
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innocence
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and
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it
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smells
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like
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me
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You
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can't
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get
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rid
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of
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it
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'cause
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you
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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'Cause
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there
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we
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are
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again
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when
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I
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loved
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you
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so
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Back
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before
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you
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lost
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the
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one
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real
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thing
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you've
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ever
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known
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It
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was
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rare,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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Wind
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in
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my
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hair,
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you
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were
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there,
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you
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remember
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it
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all
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Down
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the
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stairs,
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you
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were
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there,
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you
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remember
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it
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all
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It
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was
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rare,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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And
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I
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was
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never
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good
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at
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telling
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jokes,
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but
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the
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punchline
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goes,
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"I'll
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get
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older,
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but
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your
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lovers
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stay
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my
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age"
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From
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when
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you're
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Brooklyn
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broke,
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my
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skin
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and
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bones
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I'm
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a
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soldier
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who's
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returning
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half
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her
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weight
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And
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did
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the
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twin
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flame
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bruise
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paint
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you
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blue?
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Just
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between
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us,
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did
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the
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love
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affair
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maim
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you
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too?
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'Cause
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in
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this
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city's
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barren
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cold,
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I
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still
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remember
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the
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first
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fall
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of
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snow
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and
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how
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it
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glistened
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as
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it
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fell
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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Just
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between
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us,
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did
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the
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love
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affair
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maim
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you
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too?
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Just
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between
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us,
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do
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you
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well?
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Just
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between
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us,
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I
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remember
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it
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all
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too
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well
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Wind
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in
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my
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hair,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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Down
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the
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stairs,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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Sacred
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prayer,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
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you
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remember
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it
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all
|
too
|
well
|
Wind
|
in
|
my
|
hair,
|
I
|
was
|
there,
|
I
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was
|
there
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Down
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the
|
stairs,
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I
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was
|
there,
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I
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was
|
there
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Sacred
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prayer,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
|
you
|
remember
|
it
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Wind
|
in
|
my
|
hair,
|
I
|
was
|
there,
|
I
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was
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there
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Down
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the
|
stairs,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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Scared
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prayer,
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I
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was
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there,
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I
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was
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there
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It
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was
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rare,
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you
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remember
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it
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