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Look,
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if
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you
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had
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one
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shot
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or
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one
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opportunity
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To
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seize
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everything
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you
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ever
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wanted
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in
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one
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moment
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Would
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you
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capture
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it
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or
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just
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let
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it
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slip?
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Yo
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His
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palms
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are
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sweaty,
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knees
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weak,
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arms
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are
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heavy
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There's
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vomit
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on
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his
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sweater
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already,
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mom's
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spaghetti
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He's
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nervous,
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but
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on
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the
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surface
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he
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looks
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calm
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and
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ready
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To
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drop
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bombs,
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but
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he
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keeps
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on
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forgetting
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what
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he
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wrote
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down,
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the
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whole
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crowd
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goes
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so
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loud
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He
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opens
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his
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mouth,
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but
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the
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words
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won't
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come
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out
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He's
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chokin',
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how?
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Everybody's
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jokin'
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now
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The
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clock's
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run
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out,
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time's
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up,
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over,
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blaow
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Snap
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back
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to
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reality,
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ope,
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there
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goes
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gravity
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Ope,
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there
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goes
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Rabbit,
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he
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choked,
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he's
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so
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mad
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But
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he
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won't
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give
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up
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that
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easy,
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no,
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he
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won't
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have
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it
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He
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knows
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when
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he
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goes
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back
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to
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this
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mobile
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home,
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that's
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when
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it's
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Back
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to
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the
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lab
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again,
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yo,
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this
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old
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rhapsody
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Better
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go
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capture
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this
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moment
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and
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hope
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it
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don't
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pass
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him
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You
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better
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lose
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yourself
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in
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the
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music
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The
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moment,
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you
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own
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it,
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you
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better
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never
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let
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it
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go
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You
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only
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get
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one
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shot,
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do
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not
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miss
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your
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chance
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to
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blow
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This
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opportunity
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comes
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once
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in
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Lyrics
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a
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lifetime
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You
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better
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lose
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yourself
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in
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the
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music
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The
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moment,
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you
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own
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it,
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you
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better
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never
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let
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it
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go
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You
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only
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get
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one
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shot,
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do
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not
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miss
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your
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chance
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to
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blow
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This
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opportunity
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comes
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once
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in
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a
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lifetime
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You
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better
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His
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soul's
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escaping
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through
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this
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hole
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that
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is
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gaping
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This
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world
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is
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mine
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for
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the
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taking,
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make
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me
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king
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As
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we
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move
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toward
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a
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new
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world
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order
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A
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normal
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life
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is
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boring,
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but
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superstardom's
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Close
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to
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post-mortem,
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it
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only
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grows
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harder
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Homie
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grows
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hotter,
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he
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blows,
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it's
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all
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over
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These
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hoes
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is
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all
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on
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him,
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coast-to-coast
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shows
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He's
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known
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as
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the
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Globetrotter,
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lonely
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roads
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God
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only
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knows
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he's
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grown
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farther
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from
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home,
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he's
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no
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father
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He
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goes
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home
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and
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barely
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knows
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his
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own
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daughter
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But
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hold
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your
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nose
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'cause
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here
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goes
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the
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cold
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water
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These
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hoes
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don't
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want
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him
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no
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mo',
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he's
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cold
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product
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They
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moved
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on
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to
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the
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next
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schmoe
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who
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flows
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He
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nose-dove
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and
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sold
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nada,
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and
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so
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the
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soap
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opera
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Is
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told,
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it
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unfolds,
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I
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suppose
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it's
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old,
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partner
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But
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the
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beat
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goes
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on,
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da-da-dom,
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da-dom,
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dah-dah-dah-dah
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You
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better
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lose
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yourself
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in
|
the
|
music
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The
|
moment,
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you
|
own
|
it,
|
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Lyrics
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you
|
better
|
never
|
let
|
it
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go
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You
|
only
|
get
|
one
|
shot,
|
do
|
not
|
miss
|
your
|
chance
|
to
|
blow
|
This
|
opportunity
|
comes
|
once
|
in
|
a
|
lifetime
|
You
|
better
|
lose
|
yourself
|
in
|
the
|
music
|
The
|
moment,
|
you
|
own
|
it,
|
you
|
better
|
never
|
let
|
it
|
go
|
You
|
only
|
get
|
one
|
shot,
|
do
|
not
|
miss
|
your
|
chance
|
to
|
blow
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This
|
opportunity
|
comes
|
once
|
in
|
a
|
lifetime
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You
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better
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