Answer
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Late
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dawns
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and
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early
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sunsets
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Just
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like
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my
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favorite
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scenes
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Then
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holding
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hands
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and
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life
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was
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perfect
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Just
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like
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up
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on
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the
|
screen
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And
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the
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whole
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time
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while
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always
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giving
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Counting
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your
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face
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among
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the
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living
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Up
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and
|
down
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escalators
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Pennies
|
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Answer
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and
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colder
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fountains
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Elevators
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and
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half-price
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sales
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Trapped
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in
|
by
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all
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these
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mountains
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Running
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away
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and
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hiding
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with
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you
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I
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never
|
thought
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they'd
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get
|
me
|
here
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Not
|
knowing
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you'd
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change
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from
|
just
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one
|
bite
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I
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fought
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them
|
all
|
off
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just
|
to
|
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Answer
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hold
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you
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close
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and
|
tight
|
But
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does
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anyone
|
notice?
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But
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does
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anyone
|
care?
|
And
|
if
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I
|
had
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the
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guts
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to
|
put
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this
|
to
|
your
|
head
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But
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would
|
anything
|
matter
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if
|
you're
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already
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dead?
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And
|
should
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I
|
be
|
shocked
|
now,
|
by
|
the
|
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Answer
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last
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thing
|
you
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said?
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Before
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I
|
pull
|
this
|
trigger,
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your
|
eyes
|
vacant
|
and
|
stained
|
But
|
does
|
anyone
|
notice?
|
But
|
does
|
anyone
|
care?
|
And
|
if
|
I
|
had
|
the
|
guts
|
to
|
put
|
this
|
to
|
your
|
head
|
And
|
would
|
anything
|
matter
|
if
|
you're
|
|
Answer
|
already
|
dead?
|
And
|
now
|
should
|
I
|
be
|
shocked
|
by
|
the
|
last
|
thing
|
you
|
said?
|
Before
|
I
|
pull
|
this
|
trigger,
|
your
|
eyes
|
vacant
|
and
|
stained
|
And
|
in
|
saying
|
you
|
loved
|
me
|
made
|
things
|
harder,
|
at
|
best
|
And
|
these
|
words
|
changing
|
nothing
|
|
Answer
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as
|
your
|
body
|
remains
|
And
|
there's
|
no
|
room
|
in
|
this
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Hell,
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there's
|
no
|
room
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in
|
the
|
next
|
And
|
our
|
memories
|
defeat
|
us,
|
and
|
I'll
|
end
|
this
|
direst
|
But
|
does
|
anyone
|
notice?
|
But
|
does
|
anyone
|
care?
|
And
|
if
|
I
|
had
|
the
|
|
Answer
|
guts
|
to
|
put
|
this
|
to
|
your
|
head
|
But
|
does
|
anything
|
matter
|
if
|
you're
|
already
|
dead?
|
And
|
should
|
I
|
be
|
shocked
|
now,
|
by
|
the
|
last
|
thing
|
you
|
said?
|
Before
|
I
|
pull
|
this
|
trigger,
|
your
|
eyes
|
vacant
|
and
|
stained
|
And
|
in
|
saying
|
|
Answer
|
you
|
loved
|
me
|
made
|
things
|
harder,
|
at
|
best
|
And
|
these
|
words
|
changing
|
nothing
|
as
|
your
|
body
|
remains
|
And
|
there's
|
no
|
room
|
in
|
this
|
Hell,
|
there's
|
no
|
room
|
in
|
the
|
next
|
But
|
does
|
anyone
|
notice
|
there's
|
a
|
corpse
|
in
|
this
|
bed?
|
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