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I
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believe
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in
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you
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and
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in
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our
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hearts
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we
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know
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the
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truth
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and
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I
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believe
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in
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love
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and
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the
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darker
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it
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gets
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the
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more
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I
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do
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try
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and
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fill
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us
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with
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your
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hate
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and
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we
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will
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shine
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a
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light
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and
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the
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days
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will
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become
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endless
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and
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never
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and
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never
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turn
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to
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night
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and
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never
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and
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never
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turn
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to
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night
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but
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then
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it's
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just
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too
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much
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I
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cannot
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get
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you
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close
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enough
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a
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hundred
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arms
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a
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hundred
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years
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you
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will
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always
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find
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me
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here
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and
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Lord
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don't
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let
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me
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break
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this
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let
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me
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hold
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it
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lightly
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give
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me
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arms
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to
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pray
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with
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instead
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of
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ones
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that
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hold
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too
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tightly
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we
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have
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no
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need
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to
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fight
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we
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raise
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our
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voices
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and
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let
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our
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hearts
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take
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flight
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get
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higher
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than
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those
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planes
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can
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fly
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where
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the
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stars
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do
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not
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take
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sides
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and
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then
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it's
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just
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too
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much
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I
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cannot
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get
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you
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close
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enough
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a
|
hundred
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arms
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a
|
hundred
|
years
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you
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can
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always
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find
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me
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here
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and
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lord
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don't
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let
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me
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break
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this
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let
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me
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hold
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it
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lightly
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give
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me
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arms
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to
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pray
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with
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instead
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of
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ones
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that
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hold
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too
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tightly
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and
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then
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it's
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just
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too
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much
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the
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streets
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they
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still
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run
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with
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blood
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a
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hundred
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arms
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a
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hundred
|
years
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you
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can
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always
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find
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me
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here
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and
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lord
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don't
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let
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me
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break
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this
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let
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me
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hold
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it
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lightly
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give
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me
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arms
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to
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pray
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with
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instead
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of
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ones
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that
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hold
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too
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tightly
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I
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let
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him
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sleep
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and
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as
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he
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does
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my
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held
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breath
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fills
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the
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room
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with
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love
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hurts
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in
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ways
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I
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can't
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describe
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my
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heart
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bends
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and
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breaks
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so
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many
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many
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times
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and
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it's
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born
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again
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with
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each
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sunrise
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and
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it's
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born
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again
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with
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each
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sunrise
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funerals
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were
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held
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all
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over
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the
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city
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the
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youth
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bleed
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in
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the
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square
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and
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women
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raged
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as
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old
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men
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stumbled
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and
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cried
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we're
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sorry
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we
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thought
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you
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didn't
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care
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oh
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and
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how
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does
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it
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feel
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now
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you've
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scratched
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that
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itch
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how
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does
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it
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feel
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pulled
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out
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all
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your
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stitches
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hubris
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is
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a
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bitch
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a
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hundred
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arms
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a
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hundred
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years
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a
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hundred
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arms
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a
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hundred
|
years
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and
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then
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it's
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just
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too
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much
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the
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streets
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they
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still
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run
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with
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blood
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a
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hundred
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arms
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a
|
hundred
|
years
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you
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can
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always
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find
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me
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here
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and
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Lord
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don't
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let
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me
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break
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this
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let
|
me
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hold
|
it
|
lightly
|
give
|
me
|
arms
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to
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pray
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with
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instead
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of
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ones
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that
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hold
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too
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tightly
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yeah
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