Lyrics
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Now,
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pretty
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baby
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I'm
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runnin'
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back
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home
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to
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you
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Fresh
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out
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the
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slammer
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I
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know
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who
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my
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first
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call
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will
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be
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to
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(Fresh
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out
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the
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slammer,
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oh)
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Another
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summer,
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takin'
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cover,
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rolling
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thunder
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He
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don't
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understand
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me
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Splintered
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back
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in
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winter,
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silent
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dinners,
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bitter
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He
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was
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with
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her
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in
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dreams
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Gray
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and
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blue
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and
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fights
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and
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tunnels
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Handcuffed
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to
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the
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spell
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I
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was
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under
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For
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just
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one
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hour
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of
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sunshine
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Years
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of
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labor,
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locks
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and
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ceilings
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In
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the
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shade
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of
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how
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he
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was
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But
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it's
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gonna
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be
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alright,
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I
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did
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my
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time
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Now,
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pretty
|
baby
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I'm
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runnin'
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back
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home
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to
|
you
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Fresh
|
out
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the
|
slammer
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I
|
know
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who
|
my
|
first
|
call
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will
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be
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to
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(Fresh
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out
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the
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slammer,
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oh)
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Camera
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flashes,
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welcome
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bashes,
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get
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the
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matches
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Toss
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the
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ashes
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off
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the
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ledge
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As
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I
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said
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in
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my
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letters,
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now
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that
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I
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know
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better
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I
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will
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never
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lose
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my
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baby
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again
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My
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friends
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tried,
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but
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I
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wouldn't
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hear
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it
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Watch
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me
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daily
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disappearing
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For
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just
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one
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glimpse
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of
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his
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smile
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All
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those
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nights,
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he
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kept
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me
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goin'
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Swirled
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you
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into
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all
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of
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my
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poems
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Now
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we're
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at
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the
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starting
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line,
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I
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did
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my
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time
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Now,
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pretty
|
baby
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I'm
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runnin'
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To
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the
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house
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where
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you
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still
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wait
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up
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and
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that
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porch
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light
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gleams
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(Gleams)
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To
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the
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one
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who
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says
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I'm
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the
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girl
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of
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his
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American
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dreams
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And
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no
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matter
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what
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I've
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done,
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it
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wouldn't
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matter
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anyway
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Ain't
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no
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way
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I'm
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gonna
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screw
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up
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now
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that
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I
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know
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what's
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at
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stake
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here
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At
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the
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park
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where
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we
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used
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to
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sit
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on
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children's
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swings
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Wearing
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imaginary
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rings
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But
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it's
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gonna
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be
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alright,
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I
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did
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my
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time
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