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Long
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were
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the
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nights
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When
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my
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days
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once
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revolved
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around
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you
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Counting
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my
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footsteps
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Prayin'
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the
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floor
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won't
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fall
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through
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again
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And
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my
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mother
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accused
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me
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of
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losin'
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my
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mind
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But
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I
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swore
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I
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was
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fine
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You
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paint
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me
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a
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blue
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sky
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Then
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go
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back
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to
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turn
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it
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to
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rain
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And
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I
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lived
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in
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your
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chess
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game
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But
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you
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change
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the
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rules
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every
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day
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Wonderin'
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which
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version
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of
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you
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I
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might
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get
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on
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the
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phone
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tonight
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Well,
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I
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stopped
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pickin'
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up
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And
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this
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song
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is
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to
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let
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you
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know
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why
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Dear
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John,
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I
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see
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it
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all
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now
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that
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you're
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gone
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Don't
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you
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think
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I
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was
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too
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young
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to
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be
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messed
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with?
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The
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girl
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in
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the
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dress
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cried
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the
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whole
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way
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home
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I
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shoulda
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known
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Well,
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maybe
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it's
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me
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and
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my
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blind
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optimism
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to
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blame
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Or
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maybe
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it's
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you
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and
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your
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sick
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need
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To
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give
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love
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and
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take
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it
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away
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And
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you'll
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add
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my
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name
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to
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your
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long
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list
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of
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traitors
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Who
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don't
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understand
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And
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I'll
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look
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back
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and
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regret
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how
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I
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ignored
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when
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they
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said
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"Run
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as
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fast
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as
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you
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can"
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Dear
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John,
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I
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see
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it
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all
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now
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that
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you're
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gone
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Don't
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you
|
think
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I
|
was
|
too
|
young
|
to
|
be
|
messed
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with?
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The
|
girl
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in
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the
|
dress
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cried
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the
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whole
|
way
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home
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Dear
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John,
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I
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see
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it
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all
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now,
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it
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was
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wrong
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Don't
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you
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think
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nineteen's
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too
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young
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to
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be
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played
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by
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Your
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dark,
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twisted
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games
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when
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I
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loved
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you
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so?
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I
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shoulda
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known
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You
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are
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an
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expert
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at
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"Sorry"
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and
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keepin'
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lines
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blurry
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Never
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impressed
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by
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me
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acing
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your
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tests
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All
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the
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girls
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that
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you
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run
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dry
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have
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tired,
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lifeless
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eyes
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'Cause
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you
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burned
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them
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out
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But
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I
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took
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your
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matches
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before
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fire
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could
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catch
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me
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So
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don't
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look
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now
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I'm
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shining
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like
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fireworks
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over
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your
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sad,
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empty
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town
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Oh
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Dear
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John,
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I
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see
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it
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all
|
now
|
that
|
you're
|
gone
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Don't
|
you
|
think
|
I
|
was
|
too
|
young
|
to
|
be
|
messed
|
with?
|
The
|
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girl
|
in
|
the
|
dress
|
cried
|
the
|
whole
|
way
|
home
|
I
|
see
|
it
|
all
|
now
|
that
|
you're
|
gone
|
Don't
|
you
|
think
|
I
|
was
|
too
|
young
|
to
|
be
|
messed
|
with?
|
The
|
girl
|
in
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the
|
dress
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wrote
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you
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a
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song
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You
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shoulda
|
known
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You
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shoulda
|
known
|
Don't
|
you
|
think
|
I
|
was
|
too
|
young?
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You
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shoulda
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known
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