Lyrics
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In
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my
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life,
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I
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was
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Noel
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Gruber
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who
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worked
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at
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Taco
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Bell
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in
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Uranium
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City,
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Saskatchewan
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but
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in
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my
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dreams,
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I
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played
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a
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different
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role
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I
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was
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Monique
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Gibeau
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in
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post-war
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France
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A
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hooker
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with
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a
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heart
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of
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black
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charcoal
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I
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write
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poems
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to
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burn
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by
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firelight
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Drink
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champagne
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and
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guzzle
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gin
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Good
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girls
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call
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me
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"the
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town
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bicycle"
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Don't
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knock
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it
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'till
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you've
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tried
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my
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life
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of
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sin
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Oh
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Claude,
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my
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pimp,
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knows
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never
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mess
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with
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me
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Last
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prick
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Lyrics
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did
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that
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faded
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quick
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to
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black
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I
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have
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no
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idea
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where
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to
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find
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him
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officers
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But
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if
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you
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do
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please
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mention
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that
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I'd
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like
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to
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have
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returned
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the
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pretty
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knife
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that
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I
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stuck
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ten
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times
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in
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his
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back
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For
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I
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sing
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songs
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until
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the
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break
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of
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dawn
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embrace
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a
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new
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man
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every
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night
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My
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life's
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one
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never-ending
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carnival
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A
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world
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of
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boozy
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floozy
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flashing
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lights
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I
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want
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to
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be
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that
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fucked
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up
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girl
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He
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said
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"I
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think
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I
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am
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Lyrics
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in
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love
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with
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you"
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I've
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heard
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that
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lie
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a
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million
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times
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before
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Oh,
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tonight
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I
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give
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into
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the
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fantasy
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Take
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love
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when
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you
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can
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when
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you're
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a
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whore
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For
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I
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sing
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songs
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until
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the
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break
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of
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dawn
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I
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embrace
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a
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new
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man
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every
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night
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my
|
life's
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one
|
never-ending
|
carnival
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A
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world
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of
|
boozy
|
floozy
|
flashing
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lights
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I
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want
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to
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be
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that
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fucked
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up
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girl
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So
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now
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I
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sell
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my
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love
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for
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opium
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in
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some
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rat-infested
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Chinese
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dive
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At
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night
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I
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Lyrics
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burn
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myself
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with
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cigarettes
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just
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to
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somehow
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prove
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I'm
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still
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alive
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Eight
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months
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later
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I
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catch
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typhoid
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flu
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kicked
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out,
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I
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see
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the
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ugly
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light
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of
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day
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Dying
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in
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an
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alley
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a
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priest
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kneels
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down
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to
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me...
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"My
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child,
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do
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you
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have
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any
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final
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words
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to
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the
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lord
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you'd
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like
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to
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say?"
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"Oui,
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tell
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him
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that
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like
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him
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I
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choose
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to
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burn
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out
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rather
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than
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fade
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away."
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For
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I
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sing
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songs
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until
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the
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break
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of
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dawn
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I
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embrace
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a
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Lyrics
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new
|
man
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every
|
night
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My
|
life's
|
one
|
never-ending
|
carnival
|
a
|
world
|
of
|
boozy
|
floozy
|
flashing
|
lights
|
For
|
I
|
sing
|
songs
|
until
|
the
|
break
|
of
|
dawn
|
I
|
embrace
|
a
|
new
|
man
|
every
|
night
|
My
|
life's
|
one
|
never-ending
|
carnival
|
A
|
world
|
of
|
boozy
|
floozy
|
flashing
|
lights
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I
|
want
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to
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be
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that
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fucked
|
up
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girl
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wanna
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be
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that
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fucked
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up
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girl
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If
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I
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could
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have
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just
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one
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dream,
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(if)
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(he)
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(could)
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(have)
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(just)
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(one)
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(dream)
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I'd
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be
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that
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fucked
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up
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girl
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Hey!
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