Lyrics
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Break
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my
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soul
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in
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two
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Looking
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for
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you,
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but
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you're
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right
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here
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If
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I
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can't
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relate
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to
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you
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anymore,
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then
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who
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am
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I
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related
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to?
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And
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if
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this
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is
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the
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long
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haul,
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how'd
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we
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get
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here
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so
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soon?
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Did
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I
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close
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my
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fist
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around
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something
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delicate?
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Did
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I
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shatter
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you?
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And
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I'm
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sitting
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on
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a
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bench
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in
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Coney
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Island
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wondering,
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"Where
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did
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my
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baby
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go?"
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The
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fast
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times,
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the
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bright
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lights,
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the
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merry-go
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Sorry
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for
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not
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making
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you
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my
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centerfold
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Over
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and
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over
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Lost
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again
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with
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no
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surprises
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Disappointments
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close
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your
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eyes
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And
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it
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gets
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colder
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and
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colder
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when
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the
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sun
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goes
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down
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The
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question
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pounds
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my
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head,
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what's
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a
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lifetime
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of
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achievement
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if
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I
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pushed
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you
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to
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the
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edge,
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but
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you
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were
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too
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polite
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to
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leave
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me?
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Do
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you
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miss
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the
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rogue
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who
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coaxed
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you
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into
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paradise
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and
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left
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you
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there?
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Will
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you
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forgive
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my
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soul
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when
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you're
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too
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wise
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to
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trust
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me
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and
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too
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old
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to
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care?
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'Cause
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we
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were
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like
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the
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mall
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before
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the
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internet,
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it
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was
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the
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one
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place
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to
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be
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The
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mischief,
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the
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gift-wrapped
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suburban
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dreams
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Sorry
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for
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not
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winning
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you
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an
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arcade
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ring
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Over
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and
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over
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Lost
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again
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with
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no
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surprises
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Disappointments
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close
|
your
|
eyes
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And
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it
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gets
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colder
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and
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colder
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when
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the
|
sun
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goes
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down
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Were
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you
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waiting
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at
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our
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old
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spot
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in
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the
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tree
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line,
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by
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the
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gold
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clock?
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Did
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I
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leave
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you
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hanging
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every
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single
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day?
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Were
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you
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standing
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in
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the
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hallway
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with
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a
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big
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cake?
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Happy
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birthday
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Did
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I
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paint
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your
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blue
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skies
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the
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darkest
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gray?
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A
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universe
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away
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And
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when
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I
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got
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into
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the
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accident,
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the
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sight
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that
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flashed
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before
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me
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was
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your
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face
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But
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when
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I
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walked
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up
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to
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the
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podium,
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I
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think
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that
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I
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forgot
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to
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say
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your
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name
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I'm
|
on
|
a
|
bench
|
in
|
Coney
|
Island
|
wondering,
|
"Where
|
did
|
my
|
baby
|
go?"
|
The
|
fast
|
times,
|
the
|
bright
|
lights,
|
|
Lyrics
|
the
|
merry-go
|
Sorry
|
for
|
not
|
making
|
you
|
my
|
centerfold
|
Over
|
and
|
over
|
Lost
|
again
|
with
|
no
|
surprises
|
Disappointments
|
close
|
your
|
eyes
|
And
|
it
|
gets
|
colder
|
and
|
colder
|
when
|
the
|
sun
|
goes
|
down
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When
|
the
|
sun
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goes
|
down
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The
|
sight
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that
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flashed
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before
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me
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was
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your
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face
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When
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the
|
sun
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goes
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down
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But
|
I
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think
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that
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I
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forgot
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to
|
say
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your
|
name
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Over
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and
|
over
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Sorry
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for
|
not
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making
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you
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my,
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making
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you
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my,
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making
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you
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my
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centerfold
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