Answer
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I
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know
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I’m
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a
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piece
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of
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work
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But
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I
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wanna
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make
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it
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work
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with
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you
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Do
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the
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dishes
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with
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Nebraska
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in
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the
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background
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Are
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you
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listenin’,
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are
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you
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sat
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down?
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Ankles
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in
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your
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lap,
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heart
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I
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your
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hand
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How
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I
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got
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you,
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honey,
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even
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I
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don’t
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understand
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But
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I’m
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happy
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that
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we’re
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here
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at
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the
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end
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of
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the
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year
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Under
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winter
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skies
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Oh,
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you
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and
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I
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are
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the
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last
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to
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leave
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the
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party
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Swayin’
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under
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halogen
|
lights
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I’ll
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take
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your
|
chaos
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and
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your
|
crooked
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in
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a
|
heartbeat
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Heart
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beats
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louder,
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I
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wanna
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make
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you
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proud
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of
|
me
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Oh,
|
you
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and
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I
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are
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the
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last
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to
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leave
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the
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party
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You’re
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my
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favourite
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comic,
|
my
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Jupiter
|
comet
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People
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ask
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how
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long
|
have
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I
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loved
|
you,
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no
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comment
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‘Cause
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probably
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since
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I
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was
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seven
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and
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you
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were
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eight
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We
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didn’t
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know
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each
|
other,
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but
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baby
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it
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was
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fate
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And
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now
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we’re
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in
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a
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freak
|
storm
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every
|
other
|
weekend
|
Your
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friends
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think
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I’m
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bad
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news
|
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Answer
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and
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a
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part
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of
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you
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believes
|
them
|
I
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understand,
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I
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know
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how
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lucky
|
I
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am
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Oh,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
the
|
last
|
to
|
leave
|
the
|
party
|
Swayin’
|
under
|
halogen
|
lights
|
I’ll
|
take
|
your
|
chaos
|
and
|
your
|
crooked
|
in
|
a
|
heartbeat
|
Heart
|
beats
|
louder,
|
I’m
|
gonna
|
make
|
you
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proud
|
of
|
me
|
Oh,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
the
|
last
|
to
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leave
|
the
|
party
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Water
|
rings
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from
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cheap
|
red
|
wine
|
You’re
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the
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only
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apple
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in
|
my
|
eye
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And
|
my
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dress
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is
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from
|
a
|
funeral
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You
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mouthed,
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“Babe,
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you
|
look
|
beautiful”
|
From
|
across
|
the
|
room,
|
grin
|
in
|
your
|
eyes
|
And
|
I
|
tell
|
the
|
group,
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“Look,
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that’s
|
my
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guy”
|
And
|
I
|
think
|
we’ll
|
be
|
alright,
|
I
|
do
|
Oh,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
the
|
last
|
to
|
leave
|
the
|
party
|
I’m
|
never
|
gonna
|
leave
|
your
|
side
|
I’ll
|
take
|
your
|
chaos
|
and
|
your
|
crooked
|
in
|
a
|
heartbeat
|
Heart
|
beats
|
louder,
|
I’m
|
gonna
|
make
|
you
|
proud
|
of
|
me
|
Oh,
|
you
|
and
|
I
|
are
|
the
|
last
|
to
|
leave
|
the
|
party
|
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