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I'm
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in
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the
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business
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of
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losin'
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your
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interest
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And
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I
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turn
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a
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profit
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each
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time
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that
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we
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speak
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Don't
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you
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know
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there's
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a
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coffin
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buried
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under
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the
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garden
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It
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was
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there
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when
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we
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got
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here,
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will
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be
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there
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when
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we
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leave
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And
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my
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house
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was
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designed
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to
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kinda
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look
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like
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its
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cryin'
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The
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eyes
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are
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the
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windows,
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the
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garage
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is
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the
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mouth
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So
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when
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they
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mention
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the
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sad
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kid
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In
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a
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sad
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house
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on
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Balch
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street
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You
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won't
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have
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to
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guess
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who
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they
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speakin'
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about
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Come
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over
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Come
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over
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I'm
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in
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the
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process
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of
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clearin'
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out
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cobwebs
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I
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was
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takin'
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the
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wrong
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meds,
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feels
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good
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to
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be
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sad
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And
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my
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house
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is
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just
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barely
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big
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enough
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for
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my
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family
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But
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it
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feels
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like
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a
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fortress
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when
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the
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weather
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gets
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bad
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And
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my
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mouth
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was
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designed
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for
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my
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foot
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to
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fit
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in
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it
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Oh,
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the
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words,
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they
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went
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missin'
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when
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the
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stock
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market
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crashed
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And
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the
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Dow
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Jones
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keeps
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fallin',
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but
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I
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promise
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you,
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darling'
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With
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the
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view
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in
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the
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morning,
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you
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won't
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ever
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go
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back
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Come
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over
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Come
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over
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Come
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over
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Come
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over
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I
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know
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that
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it
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ain't
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much,
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I
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know
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that
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it
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ain't
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cool
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Oh,
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you
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don't
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have
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to
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tell
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the
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other
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kids
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at
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school
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My
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dad'll
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strike
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it
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rich,
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we'll
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be
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the
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big
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house
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on
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the
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block
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Someday
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I'm
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gonna
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be
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somebody
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people
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want
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But
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I'm
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in
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the
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business
|
of
|
losin'
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your
|
interest
|
And
|
I
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turn
|
a
|
profit
|
each
|
time
|
that
|
we
|
speak
|
Don't
|
you
|
know
|
there's
|
a
|
coffin
|
buried
|
under
|
the
|
garden
|
It
|
was
|
there
|
when
|
we
|
got
|
here,
|
will
|
be
|
there
|
when
|
we
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leave
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