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Once
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the
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last
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drop
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of
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rain
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has
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dried
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off
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the
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pavement,
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shouldn't
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I
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find
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a
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stain?
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But
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I
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never
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do
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The
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way
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the
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tires
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turn
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stones
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on
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old
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county
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roads,
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they
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leave
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'em
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muddy
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underneath
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Reminds
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me
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of
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you
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You
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find
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grafitti
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on
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the
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walls
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of
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old
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bathroom
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stalls
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You
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know,
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you
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can
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scratch
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it
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right
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off
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It's
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how
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it
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Lyrics
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used
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to
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be
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But
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like
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the
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dollar
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in
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your
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pocket,
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it's
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been
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spent
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and
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traded
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in
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You
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can't
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change
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where
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it's
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been
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Reminds
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me
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of
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me
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I
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lived
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and
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I
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learned
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Had
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you,
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and
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got
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burned
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Held
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out
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and
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held
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on,
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God
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knows
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too
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long
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And
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wasted
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time,
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lost
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tears
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Swore
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that
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I'd
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get
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out
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of
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here
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But
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no
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amount
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of
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freedom
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gets
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you
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clean
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I've
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still
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got
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you
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all
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over
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me
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The
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best
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and
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worst
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days
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of
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June
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was
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the
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one
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that
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I
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met
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you
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With
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your
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hands
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in
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your
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pockets
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and
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your
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'don't
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you
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wish
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you
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had
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me'
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grin
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But
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I
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did,
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so
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I
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smiled,
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and
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I
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melted
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like
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a
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child
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Now
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every
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breath
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of
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air
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I
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breathe
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reminds
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me
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of
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then
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And
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I
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lived
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and
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I
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learned
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Had
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you,
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got
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burned
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Held
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out
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and
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held
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on,
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God
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knows
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too
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long
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And
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wasted
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time,
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lost
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tears
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Swore
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that
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I'd
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get
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out
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of
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here
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But
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no
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amount
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of
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freedom
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gets
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you
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clean
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I've
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still
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got
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you
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all
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over
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me
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I
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lived
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and
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I
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learned
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And
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found
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out
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what
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it
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was
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to
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turn
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around
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and
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see
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that
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we
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were
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never
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really
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meant
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to
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be
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So
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I
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lied,
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and
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I
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cried,
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and
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I
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watched
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a
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part
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of
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myself
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die
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'Cause
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no
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amount
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of
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freedom
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gets
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you
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clean
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I've
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still
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got
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you
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all
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over
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me
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I've
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still
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got
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you
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all
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over
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me
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Still
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got
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you
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all
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over
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me
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