Lyrics
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I
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never
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would've
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thought
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that
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Feelings
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could
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get
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thrown
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in
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the
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air
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Cause
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I
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accidentally
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caught
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that
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I
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need
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some
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new
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boxing
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gloves,
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s***
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got
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hectic
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whenever
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I
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fought
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back
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For
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example,
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Ten
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minutes
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can't
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go
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past
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without
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you
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brushing
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my
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thoughts
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That's
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fourteen
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fourty
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a
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day
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so
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I'll
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say
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a
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hundred
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and
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forty
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four
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times
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I
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think
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about
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you
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or
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something
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like
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that
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Lost
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match,
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the
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f******
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thought
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of
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you
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with
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somebody
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else
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I
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don't
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like
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that;
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cellular
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convos
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getting
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left
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in
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the
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wrong
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Cause
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I
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get
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so
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f******
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mad
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when
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you
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don't
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write
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back
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This
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isn't
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a
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song,
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I
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just
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happen
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to
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rhyme
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when
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I
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get
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emo
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And
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Lyrics
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find
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time
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to
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write
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facts
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f***
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I
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love
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you
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Can
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we
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add
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some
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more
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color,
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um,
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like,
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some
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more,
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yellow
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Yeah,
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that's
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good
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I
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f******
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hate
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you
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But
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I
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love
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you
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I'm
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bad
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at
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keeping
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my
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emotions
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bubbled
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You're
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good
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at
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being
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perfect
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We're
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good
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at
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being
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troubled,
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yeah
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I
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f******
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hate
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you
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But
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I
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love
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you
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I'm
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bad
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at
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keeping
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my
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emotions
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bubbled
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You're
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good
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at
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being
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perfect
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We're
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good
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at
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being
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troubled,
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yeah
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Girl,
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you
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f******
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with
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my
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emotions
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The
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f***
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is
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all
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this
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noise
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about?
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I
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even
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considered
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picking
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up
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smoking
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You
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turned
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to
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a
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b****,
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who
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let
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the
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dogs
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out?
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But
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in
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my
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dog
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house
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My
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b****
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is
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the
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raddest
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Crazy
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who
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makes
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me
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the
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happiest
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Can
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make
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me
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the
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saddest
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Look
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Alice
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Let's
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get
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lost
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in
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your
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wonderer
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land
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f***
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an
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atlas
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You're
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perfectly
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perfect
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for
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me
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What
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the
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f***
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is
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this,
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practice?
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Actually,
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if
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you
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even
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consider
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leaving
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I'll
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lose
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a
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couple
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screws
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in
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due
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time,
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I'll
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stop
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breathing
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And
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you'll
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see
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the
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meaning
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of
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stalking
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When
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I
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pop
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out
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the
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dark
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to
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find
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you
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And
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that
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new
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dude
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that
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you're
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seeing
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with
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an
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attitude
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Then
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proceed
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to
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f***
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up
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your
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evenings
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Make
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sure
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you
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never
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meet
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again
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like
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goddamn
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vegans
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Cause
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when
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I
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hear
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your
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name
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I
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can
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not
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stop
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cheesing
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