Answer
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So
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long,
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London
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So
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long,
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London
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So
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long,
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London
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I
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saw
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in
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my
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mind
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fairy
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lights
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through
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the
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mist
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I
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kept
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calm
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and
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carried
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the
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weight
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of
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the
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rift
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Pulled
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him
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in
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tighter
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each
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time
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he
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was
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drifting
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away
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My
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spine
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split
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from
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carrying
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us
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up
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the
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hill
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Wet
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through
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my
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clothes,
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weary
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bones
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caught
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the
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chill
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I
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Answer
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stopped
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trying
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to
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make
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him
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laugh,
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stopped
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trying
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to
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drill
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the
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safe
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Thinking
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how
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much
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sad
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did
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you
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think
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I
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had
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Did
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you
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think
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I
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had
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in
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me?
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Oh,
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the
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tragedy
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So
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long,
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London
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You'll
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find
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someone
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I
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didn't
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opt
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in
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to
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be
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your
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odd
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man
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out
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I
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founded
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the
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club
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she's
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heard
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great
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things
|
about
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I
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left
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Answer
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all
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I
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knew,
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you
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left
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me
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at
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the
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house
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by
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the
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Heath
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I
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stopped
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CPR,
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after
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all,
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it's
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no
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use
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The
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spirit
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was
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gone,
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we
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would
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never
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come
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to
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And
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I'm
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pissed
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off
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you
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let
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me
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give
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you
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all
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that
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youth
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for
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free
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For
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so
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long,
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London
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Stitches
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undone
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Two
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graves,
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one
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gun
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I'll
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find
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someone
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And
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you
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Answer
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say
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I
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abandoned
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the
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ship
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But
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I
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was
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going
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down
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with
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it
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My
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white
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knuckle
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dying
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grip
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Holding
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tight
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to
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your
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quiet
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resentment
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And
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my
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friends
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said
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it
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isn't
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right
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to
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be
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scared
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Ever
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day
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of
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a
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love
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affair
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Every
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breath
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feels
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like
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rares
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air
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When
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you're
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not
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sure
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if
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he
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wants
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to
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be
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there
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So
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how
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Answer
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much
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sad
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did
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you
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think
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I
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had
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Did
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you
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think
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I
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had
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in
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me?
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How
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much
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tragedy?
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Just
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how
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low
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did
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you
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think
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I'd
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go
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Before
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I'd
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self-implode?
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Before
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I'd
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have
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to
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go
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be
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free?
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You
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swore
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that
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you
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loved
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me,
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but
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where
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were
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the
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clues?
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I
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died
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on
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the
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altar
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waiting
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for
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the
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proof
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You
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sacrificed
|
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Answer
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us
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to
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the
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gods
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of
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your
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bluest
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days
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And
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I'm
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just
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getting
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color
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back
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into
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my
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face
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I'm
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just
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mad
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as
|
hell
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'cause
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I
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loved
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this
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place
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for
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So
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Long,
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London
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Had
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a
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good
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run
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A
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moment
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of
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warm
|
sun
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But
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I'm
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not
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the
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one
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So
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long,
|
London
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Stitches
|
undone
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Two
|
graves,
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one
|
gun
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You'll
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find
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someone
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