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I
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was
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born
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in
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a
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messed
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up
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century
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My
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favourite
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flavoured
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sweets
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are
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raspberry
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amphetamines
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I
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bought
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a
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car,
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Beretta,
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age
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sixteen
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I
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brush
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my
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teeth
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with
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bleach
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'cause
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I
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ain't
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got
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time
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for
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cavities
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My
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daddy
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put
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a
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gun
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to
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my
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head
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Said,
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Answer
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"If
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you
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kiss
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a
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boy,
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I'm
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gonna
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shoot
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you
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dead”
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So
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I
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tied
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him
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up
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with
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gaffer
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tape
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and
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I
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locked
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him
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in
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a
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shed
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Then
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I
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went
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out
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to
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the
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garden
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and
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I
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fucked
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my
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best
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friend
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'Cause
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my
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high
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hopes
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are
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Answer
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getting
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low
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Because
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these
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people
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are
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so
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old
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The
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way
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they
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think
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about
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it
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all
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If
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I
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tried,
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I
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would
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never
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know
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My
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high
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hopes
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are
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getting
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low
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But
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I
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know
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I'll
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never
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be
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alone
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It’s
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alright,
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survive
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‘Cause
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parents
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ain't
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always
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Answer
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right
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Drop
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a
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toaster
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in
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my
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bath,
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watch
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my
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mum
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and
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dad
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laugh
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See
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a
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thousand
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volts
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go
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through
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the
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son
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they
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wish
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they
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never
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had
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They
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told
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me
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casual
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affection
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leads
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to
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sexual
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infection
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But
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it's
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hard
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to
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get
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an
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erection
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when
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you're
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so
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used
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to
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rejection
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Yeah,
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the
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teacher
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fucked
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the
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preacher
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But
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then
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he
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had
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to
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leave
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her
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Had
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to
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wash
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away
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the
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sins
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of
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a
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male
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cheerleader
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“Hi,
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nice
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to
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meet
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ya,"
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got
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nothing
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to
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believe
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in
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So
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let
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me
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know
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when
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Answer
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my
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breathing
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stops
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'Cause
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my
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high
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hopes
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are
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getting
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low
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Because
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these
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people
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are
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so
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old
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The
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way
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they
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think
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about
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it
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all
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If
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I
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tried,
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I
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would
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never
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know
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My
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high
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hopes
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are
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getting
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low
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But
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I
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know
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I'll
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never
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be
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alone
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Answer
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It’s
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alright,
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we'll
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survive
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‘Cause
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parents
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ain't
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always
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right
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Tick,
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tock,
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stop
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the
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clock
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Because
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I
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get
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the
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feeling
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that
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I'm
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gonna
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get
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shot
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Tick,
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tock,
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stop
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the
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clock
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Because
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I
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get
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the
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feeling
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that
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I'm
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gonna
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get
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shot
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My
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high
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hopes
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are
|
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Answer
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getting
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low
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Because
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these
|
people
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are
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so
|
old
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The
|
way
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they
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think
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about
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it
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all
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If
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I
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tried,
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I
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never
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know
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High
|
hopes
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are
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getting
|
low
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But
|
I
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know
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I'll
|
never
|
be
|
alone
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It’s
|
alright,
|
we'll
|
survive
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‘Cause
|
parents
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ain't
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always
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right
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