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I
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washed
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my
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hands
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of
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us
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at
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the
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club
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You
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made
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a
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mess
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of
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me
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I
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pictured
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you
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with
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other
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girls
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in
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love,
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then
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threw
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up
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on
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the
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street
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It's
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like
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waiting
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for
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bus
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that
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never
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shows,
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you
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just
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start
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walkin'
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on
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They
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say
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that
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if
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it's
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right,
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you
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know
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Each
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bar
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plays
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our
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song,
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nothing
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has
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ever
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felt
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so
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wrong
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Oh
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my,
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love
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is
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a
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lie
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Shit
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my
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friends
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say
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to
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get
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me
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by
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It
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hits
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different
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It
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hits
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different
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this
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time
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Catastrophic
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blues
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Movin'
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on
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was
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always
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easy
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for
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me
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to
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do
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It
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hits
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different
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It
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hits
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different
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'cause
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it's
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you
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I
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used
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to
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switch
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out
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these
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Kens,
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I'd
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just
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ghost
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Rip
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the
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band-aid
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off
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and
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skip
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town
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like
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an
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asshole
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outlaw
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Freedom
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felt
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like
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summer
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then,
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on
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the
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coast
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Now
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the
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sun
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burns
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my
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heart
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and
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the
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sand
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hurts
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my
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feelings
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And
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I
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never
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don't
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cry
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(and
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I
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never
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don't
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cry)
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at
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the
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bar
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Yeah,
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my
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sadness
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is
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contagious
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I
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slur
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your
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name
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'til
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someone
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puts
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me
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in
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a
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car
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I
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stopped
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receiving
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invitations
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Oh
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my,
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love
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is
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a
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lie
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Shit
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my
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friends
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say
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to
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get
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me
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by
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It
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hits
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different
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It
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hits
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different
|
this
|
time
|
Catastrophic
|
blues
|
Movin'
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on
|
was
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always
|
easy
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for
|
me
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to
|
do
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It
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hits
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different
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It
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hits
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different
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'cause
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it's
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you
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I
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find
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the
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artifacts,
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cried
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over
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a
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hat,
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cursed
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the
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space
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that
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I
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needed
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I
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trace
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the
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evidence,
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make
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it
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make
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some
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sense,
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why
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the
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wound
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is
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still
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bleedin'
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You
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were
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the
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one
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that
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I
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loved
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Don't
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need
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a
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metaphor,
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it's
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simple
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enough
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A
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wrinkle
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in
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time,
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like
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the
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crease
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by
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your
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eyes
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This
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is
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why
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they
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shouldn't
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kill
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off
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the
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main
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guy
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Dreams
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of
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your
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hair
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and
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your
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stare
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and
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sense
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of
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belief
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In
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the
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good
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of
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the
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world,
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you
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once
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believed
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in
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me
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And
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I
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felt
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you
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and
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I
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held
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you
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for
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a
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while
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Bet
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I
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could
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still
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melt
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your
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world
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Argumentative,
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antithetical
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dream
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girl
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I
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heard
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your
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key
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turn
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in
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the
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door,
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down
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the
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hallway
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Is
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that
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your
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key
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in
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the
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door?
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Is
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it
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okay?
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Is
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it
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you?
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Or
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have
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they
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come
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to
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take
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me
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away?
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To
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take
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me
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away
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Oh
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my,
|
love
|
is
|
a
|
lie
|
Shit
|
my
|
friends
|
say
|
to
|
get
|
me
|
by
|
It
|
hits
|
different
|
It
|
hits
|
different
|
this
|
time
|
Catastrophic
|
blues
|
Movin'
|
on
|
was
|
always
|
easy
|
for
|
me
|
to
|
do
|
It
|
hits
|
different
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It
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hits
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different
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'cause
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it's
|
you
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Oh
|
my,
|
love
|
is
|
a
|
lie
|
Shit
|
my
|
friends
|
say
|
to
|
get
|
me
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by
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'Cause
|
it's
|
you
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Catastrophic
|
blues
|
Movin'
|
on
|
was
|
always
|
easy
|
for
|
me
|
to
|
do
|
It
|
hits
|
different
|
It
|
hits
|
different
|
'cause
|
it's
|
you
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