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Okay
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How
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have
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things
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been?
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Well,
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love,
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now
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that
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you
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mention
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it
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My
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folks
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still
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talk,
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but
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they
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speak
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in
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these
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two
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word
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sentences
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I'm
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sayin'
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too
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much,
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but
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you
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know
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how
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it
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gets
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out
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here
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No
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winter
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coat
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could
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keep
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out
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all
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the
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cold
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of
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your
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atmosphere
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We
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once
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sang
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"Retrograde",
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we'd
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shake
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the
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frame
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of
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your
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car
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Now
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I
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know
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Lyrics
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your
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name,
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but
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not
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who
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you
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are
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It's
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all
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okay,
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there
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ain't
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a
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drop
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of
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bad
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blood
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It's
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all
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my
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love,
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you
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got
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all
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my
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love
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I'm
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still
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out
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here
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with
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the
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pills
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and
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the
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dogs
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If
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you
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need
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me,
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dear,
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I'm
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the
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same
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as
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I
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was
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It's
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all
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okay,
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there
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ain't
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a
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drop
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of
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bad
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blood
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It's
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all
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my
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love,
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you
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Lyrics
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got
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all
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my
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love
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You
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got
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all
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my
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love
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Write
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me
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a
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list
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of
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how
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it
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is,
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of
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how
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it
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was,
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of
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how
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it
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has
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to
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be
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You
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burrowed
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in
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under
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my
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skin,
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what
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I'd
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give
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to
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have
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you
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out
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from
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me
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But
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I
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still
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recall
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how
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the
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leather
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in
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your
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car
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feels
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And
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at
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the
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end
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of
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it
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all,
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I
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Lyrics
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just
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hope
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that
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your
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scars
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heal
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We
|
once
|
sang
|
"Retrograde",
|
we'd
|
shake
|
the
|
frame
|
of
|
your
|
car
|
Now
|
I
|
know
|
your
|
name,
|
but
|
not
|
who
|
you
|
are
|
It's
|
all
|
okay,
|
there
|
ain't
|
a
|
drop
|
of
|
bad
|
blood
|
It's
|
all
|
my
|
love,
|
you
|
got
|
all
|
my
|
love
|
I'm
|
still
|
out
|
here
|
with
|
the
|
pills
|
and
|
the
|
dogs
|
If
|
you
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need
|
me,
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dear,
|
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Lyrics
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I'm
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the
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same
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as
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I
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was
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It's
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all
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okay,
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there
|
ain't
|
a
|
drop
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of
|
bad
|
blood
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It's
|
all
|
my
|
love,
|
you
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got
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all
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my
|
love
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You
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got
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all
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my
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love
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Well,
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I
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leaned
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in
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for
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a
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kiss
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thirty
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feet
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from
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where
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your
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parents
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slept
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And
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I
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looked
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so
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confident,
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babe,
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I
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swear
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I
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was
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scared
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to
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death
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My
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hands
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gripped
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the
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wheel,
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I
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smiled
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stupid
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the
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whole
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way
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home
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Well,
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those
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five
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words
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in
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my
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head,
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you
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said,
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"I'll
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never
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let
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you
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go"
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Oh,
|
I
|
sang
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"Retrograde,"
|
we'd
|
shake
|
the
|
frame
|
of
|
your
|
car
|
Now
|
I
|
know
|
your
|
name,
|
but
|
not
|
who
|
you
|
are
|
It's
|
all
|
okay,
|
there
|
ain't
|
a
|
drop
|
of
|
bad
|
blood
|
It's
|
all
|
my
|
love,
|
you
|
got
|
all
|
my
|
|
Lyrics
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love
|
And
|
it's
|
still
|
out
|
here
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with
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the
|
pills
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and
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the
|
dogs
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Wind
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chill
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this
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year
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stole
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the
|
words
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from
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my
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tongue
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It's
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all
|
okay,
|
there
|
ain't
|
a
|
drop
|
of
|
bad
|
blood
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It's
|
all
|
my
|
love,
|
you
|
got
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all
|
my
|
love
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You
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got
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all
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my
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love
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You
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got
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all
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my
|
love
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You
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got
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all
|
my
|
love
|
You
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got
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all
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my
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love
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