Answer
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When
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I
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picture
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my
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hometown
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There's
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a
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bronze,
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spray-
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tanned
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statue
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of
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you
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And
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a
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plaque
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underneath
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it
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That
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threatens
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to
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push
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me
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down
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the
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stairs
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at
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our
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school
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And
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it
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was
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always
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the
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same
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searing
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pain
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But
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I
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dreamed
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that
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one
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day
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I
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could
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say
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All
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwing
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punches
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I
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was
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building
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something
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And
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I
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Answer
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can't
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forgive
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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feel
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Screamed,
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'fucK
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you
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aIMee'
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to
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the
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night
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sky
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As
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the
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blood
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was
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gushing
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But
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I
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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heal
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And
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it
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wasn't
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a
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fair
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fight
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Or
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a
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clean
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Kill
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Each
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time
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that
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aIMee
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stomped
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across
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my
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grave
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And
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then
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she
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wrote
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headlines
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in
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the
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local
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paper
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laughing
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Answer
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at
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each
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baby
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step
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I'd
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take
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And
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it
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was
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always
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the
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same
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searing
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pain
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But
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I
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prayed
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that
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one
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day
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I
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could
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say
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All
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwing
|
punches
|
I
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was
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building
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something
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And
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I
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couldn't
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wait
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to
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show
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you
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it
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was
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real
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Screamed,
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'fucK
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you
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aIMee'
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to
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the
|
night
|
sky
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As
|
the
|
blood
|
was
|
gushing
|
But
|
I
|
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Answer
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
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me
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heal
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Everyone
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knows
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that
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my
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mother
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is
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a
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saintly
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woman
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But
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she
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used
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to
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say
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she
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wished
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that
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you
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were
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dead
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I
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pushed
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each
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boulder
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up
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the
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hill,
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Your
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words
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are
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still
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just
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ringing
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in
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my
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head,
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ringing
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in
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my
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head
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I
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wrote
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a
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thousand
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songs
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that
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you
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find
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uncool
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I
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built
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Answer
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a
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legacy
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that
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you
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can't
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undo
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But
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when
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I
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count
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the
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scars
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There's
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a
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moment
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of
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truth
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That
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there
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wouldn't
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be
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this
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If
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there
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hadn't
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been
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you
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And
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maybe
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you've
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reframed
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it
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And
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in
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your
|
mind
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you
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never
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beat
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my
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spirit
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black
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and
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blue
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I
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don't
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think
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you've
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changed
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much
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And
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so
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I
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changed
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your
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name
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and
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any
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real
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Answer
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defining
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clues,
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and
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one
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day
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Your
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kid
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comes
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home
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singing
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A
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song
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that
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only
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us
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two
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is
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gonna
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know
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is
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about
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you
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Cause
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all
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that
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time
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you
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were
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throwing
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punches
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It
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was
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all
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for
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nothing
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And
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our
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town
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it
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looks
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so
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small
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from
|
way
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up
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here
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Screamed,
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'thanK
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you
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aIMee'
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to
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the
|
night
|
sky
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And
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all
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the
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stars
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are
|
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Answer
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stunning
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Cause
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I
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can't
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forget
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the
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way
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you
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made
|
me
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heal
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Everyone
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knows
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that
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my
|
mother
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is
|
a
|
saintly
|
woman
|
But
|
she
|
used
|
to
|
say
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she
|
wished
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that
|
you
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were
|
dead
|
So
|
I
|
pushed
|
each
|
boulder
|
up
|
that
|
hill,
|
Your
|
words
|
were
|
still
|
just
|
ringing
|
in
|
my
|
head,
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ringing
|
in
|
my
|
head
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ThanK
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you
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aIMee
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ThanK
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you
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aIMee
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