Answer
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I'm
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so
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glad
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you
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made
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time
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to
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see
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me
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How's
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life?
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Tell
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me
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how's
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your
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family?
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I
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haven't
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seen
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them
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in
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a
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while
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You've
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been
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good
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busier
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than
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ever
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We
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small
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talk
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work
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and
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the
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weather
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Your
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guard
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is
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up
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and
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I
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know
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why
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Because
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the
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last
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time
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you
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saw
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me
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is
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still
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burned
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in
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the
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back
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of
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your
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mind
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You
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Answer
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gave
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me
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roses
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and
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I
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left
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them
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there
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to
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die
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So
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this
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is
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me
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swallowin'
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my
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pride
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standin'
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in
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front
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of
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you
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sayin'
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i'm
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sorry
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for
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that
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night
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And
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I
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go
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back
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to
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December
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all
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the
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time
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It
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turns
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our
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freedom
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ain't
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nothin'
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but
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missin'
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you
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Wishin'
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i'd
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realized
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what
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I
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had
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when
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you
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were
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mine
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I'd
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go
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back
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to
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December
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Answer
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turn
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around
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and
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make
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it
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alright
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I
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go
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back
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to
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December
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all
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the
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time
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These
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days
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I
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haven't
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been
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sleepin'
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Stayin'
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up
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playin'
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back
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myself
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leavin'
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When
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your
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birthday
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passed
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and
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I
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didn't
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call
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Then
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I
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think
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about
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summer
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all
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the
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beautiful
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times
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I
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watched
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you
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laughin'
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from
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the
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passenger's
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side
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and
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realized
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I
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loved
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you
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in
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the
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fall
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And
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then
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Answer
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the
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cold
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came
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the
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dark
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days
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when
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fear
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crept
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into
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my
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mind
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You
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gave
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me
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all
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your
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love
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and
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all
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I
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gave
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you
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was
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goodbye
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So
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this
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is
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me
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swallowin'
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my
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pride
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standin'
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in
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front
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of
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you
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sayin'
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i'm
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sorry
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for
|
that
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night
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And
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I
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go
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back
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to
|
December
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all
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the
|
time
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It
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turns
|
out
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freedom
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ain't
|
nothin'
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but
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missin'
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you
|
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Answer
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Wishin'
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i'd
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realized
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what
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I
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had
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when
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you
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were
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mine
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I'd
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go
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back
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to
|
December
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turn
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around
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and
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change
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my
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own
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mind
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I
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go
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back
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to
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December
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all
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the
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time
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I
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miss
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your
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tan
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skin
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your
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sweet
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smile
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So
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good
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to
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me
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so
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right
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And
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how
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you
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held
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me
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in
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your
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arms
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that
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September
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night
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The
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first
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time
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you
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ever
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Answer
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saw
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me
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cry
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Maybe
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this
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is
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wishful
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thinkin'
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Probably
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mindless
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dreamin'
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But
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if
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we
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loved
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again
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I
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swear
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i'd
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love
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you
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right
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I'd
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go
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back
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in
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time
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and
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change
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it
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but
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I
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can't
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So
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if
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the
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chain
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is
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on
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your
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door
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I
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understand
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But
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this
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is
|
me
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swallowin'
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my
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pride
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standin'
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in
|
front
|
of
|
you
|
sayin'
|
i'm
|
sorry
|
for
|
that
|
|
Answer
|
night
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And
|
I
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go
|
back
|
to
|
December
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It
|
turns
|
out
|
freedom
|
ain't
|
nothin'
|
but
|
missin'
|
you
|
Wishin'
|
i'd
|
realized
|
what
|
I
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had
|
when
|
you
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were
|
mine
|
I'd
|
go
|
back
|
to
|
December
|
turn
|
around
|
and
|
make
|
it
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alright
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I'd
|
go
|
back
|
to
|
December
|
turn
|
around
|
and
|
change
|
my
|
own
|
mind
|
I
|
go
|
back
|
to
|
December
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all
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the
|
time
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All
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the
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time
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