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If
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I
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could
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give
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this
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all
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back
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I
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would
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be
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home
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in
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the
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morning
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I'd
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wake
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up
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in
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a
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cold
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sweat
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Take
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a
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flight
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back
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to
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the
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city
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I
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was
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born
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in
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And
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I
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would
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wipe
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myself
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clean
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Of
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what
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I
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knew
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was
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unimportant
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I'd
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want
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typical
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things
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I'd
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try
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to
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fit
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back
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into
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all
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my
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old
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clothing
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And
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I
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would
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prove
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myself
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wrong
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That
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all
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along,
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the
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problem
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was
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me
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With
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all
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my
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bitterness
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gone
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Happy,
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I'd
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be
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I'll
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move
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back
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home
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forever,
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I'll
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feed
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the
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dogs
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And
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I'll
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put
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all
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my
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pieces
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back
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together
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Where
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they
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belong,
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and
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I'll
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say
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"I'm
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a
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mess,
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I'm
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a
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mess,
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oh
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God,
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I'm
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a
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mess"
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And
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I'll
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take
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89
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to
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Boston,
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see
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my
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love
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And
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I'll
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help
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her
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set
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up
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her
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new
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apartment
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And
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we'll
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get
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drunk,
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and
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she'll
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say
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"Shit,
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you're
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a
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mess,
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you're
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a
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mess,
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good
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God,
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you're
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a
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mess
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Oh,
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you're
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a
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mess,
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you're
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a
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mess,
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good
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God"
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So
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I
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paid
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off
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my
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debts,
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but
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I
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found
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the
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world
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boring
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So
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I
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called
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my
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old
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friends,
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but
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they
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only
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ever
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ask
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me
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how
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tour
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is
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And
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there's
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still
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weight
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on
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my
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back,
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I
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just
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try
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to
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ignore
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it
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I
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guess
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the
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stage
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was
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my
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mask
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I
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forgot
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the
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way
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I
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looked
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before
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I
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wore
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it
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And
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I
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would
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prove
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myself
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wrong
|
That
|
all
|
along,
|
the
|
problem
|
was
|
me
|
With
|
all
|
my
|
bitterness
|
gone
|
|
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Happy,
|
I'll
|
be
|
I'll
|
move
|
back
|
home
|
forever,
|
I'll
|
feed
|
the
|
dogs
|
And
|
I'll
|
put
|
all
|
my
|
pieces
|
back
|
together
|
Where
|
they
|
belong,
|
and
|
I'll
|
say
|
"I'm
|
a
|
mess,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess,
|
oh
|
God,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess"
|
And
|
I'll
|
take
|
89
|
to
|
Boston,
|
see
|
my
|
love
|
And
|
I'll
|
help
|
her
|
set
|
up
|
her
|
new
|
apartment
|
And
|
we'll
|
get
|
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drunk,
|
and
|
she'll
|
say
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"Shit,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
good
|
God,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess
|
Oh,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess"
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That's
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not
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what
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I
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had
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hoped
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Now
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I
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find
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comfort
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in
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the
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cold
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I'll
|
move
|
back
|
home
|
forever,
|
I'll
|
feed
|
the
|
dogs
|
And
|
I'll
|
put
|
all
|
my
|
pieces
|
back
|
together
|
Where
|
they
|
belong,
|
and
|
I'll
|
|
Lyrics
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say
|
"I'm
|
a
|
mess,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess,
|
oh
|
God,
|
I'm
|
a
|
mess"
|
And
|
I'll
|
take
|
89
|
to
|
Boston,
|
see
|
my
|
love
|
And
|
I'll
|
help
|
her
|
set
|
up
|
her
|
new
|
apartment
|
And
|
we'll
|
get
|
drunk,
|
and
|
she'll
|
say
|
"Shit,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
good
|
God,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess
|
Oh,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
you're
|
a
|
mess,
|
good
|
God"
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