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The
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smoke
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cloud
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billows
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out
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his
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mouth
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Like
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a
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freight
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train
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through
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a
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small
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town
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The
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jokes
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that
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he
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told
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across
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the
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bar
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Were
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revolting
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and
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far
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too
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loud
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They
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shake
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their
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heads
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sayin',
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"God,
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help
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her"
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When
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I
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tell
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'em
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he's
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my
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man
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But
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your
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good
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Lord
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doesn't
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need
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to
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lift
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a
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finger
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I
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can
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fix
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him,
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no,
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really,
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I
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can
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And
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only
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I
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can
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The
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dopamine
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races
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through
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his
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brain
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On
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a
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six
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lane
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Texas
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highway
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His
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hand
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so
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calloused
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from
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his
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pistol
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Softly
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traces
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hearts
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on
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my
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face
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And
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I
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could
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see
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it
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from
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a
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mile
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away
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A
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perfect
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case
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for
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my
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certain
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skill
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set
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He
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had
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a
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halo
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of
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the
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highest
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grade
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He
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just
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hadn't
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met
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me
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yet
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They
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shake
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their
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heads
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sayin,
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"God,
|
help
|
her"
|
When
|
I
|
tell
|
'em
|
he's
|
my
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man
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But
|
your
|
good
|
Lord
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doesn't
|
need
|
to
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lift
|
a
|
finger
|
I
|
can
|
fix
|
him,
|
no,
|
really,
|
I
|
can
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And
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only
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I
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can
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Good
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boy,
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that's
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right,
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come
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close
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I'll
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show
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you
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Heaven
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if
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you'll
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be
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an
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angel,
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all
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night
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Trust
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me,
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I
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can
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handle
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a
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dangerous
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man
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No
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really,
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I
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can
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They
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shook
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their
|
heads
|
sayin',
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"God,
|
help
|
her"
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When
|
I
|
told
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'em
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he's
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my
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man
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(I
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told
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'em
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he's
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my
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man)
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But
|
your
|
good
|
Lord
|
didn't
|
need
|
to
|
lift
|
a
|
finger
|
I
|
can
|
fix
|
him,
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no,
|
really,
|
I
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can
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(No,
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really,
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I
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can)
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Woah,
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maybe
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I
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can't
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