Lyric
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Wish
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I
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was
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a
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stone
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so
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I
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couldn't
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feel
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You'd
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yell
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at
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my
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face,
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it'd
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be
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no
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big
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deal
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But
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I'd
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miss
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the
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way
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we
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make
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up
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and
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smile
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Don't
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wanna
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be
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stone,
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I
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changed
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my
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mind
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I
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wish
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I
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had
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eyes
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in
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the
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back
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of
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my
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head
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Then
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I
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could
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see
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the
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places
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I've
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been
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Lyric
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But
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then
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I
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would
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know
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that
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you're
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talkin'
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shit
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I
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don't
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wanna
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know
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what
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my
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friends
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think
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Wish
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I
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were
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my
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dog
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out
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on
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the
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lawn
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I'd
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be
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so
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glad
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when
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I
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hear
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you
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come
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home
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But
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if
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I
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were
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my
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dog,
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I
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wouldn't
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live
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long
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I'm
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sure
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gonna
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miss
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her
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when
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she's
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gone
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I
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Lyric
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wish
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I
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could
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act
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in
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a
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show
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on
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TV
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'Cause
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then
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I
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could
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practice
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not
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bein'
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me
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I'll
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practice
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my
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cry,
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put
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it
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into
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my
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reel
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But
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you
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won't
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believe
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me
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when
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I
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cry
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for
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real
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I
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wish
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that
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my
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brain
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would
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triple
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in
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size
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I'd
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nail
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every
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joke,
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I'd
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win
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every
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fight
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But
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I'd
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Lyric
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get
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too
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deep
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with
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that
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kind
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of
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mind
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I
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don't
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wanna
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know
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the
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point
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of
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life
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In
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some
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other
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life,
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I
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would
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be
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rich
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I'd
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travel
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in
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style,
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I'd
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cover
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the
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bill
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But
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couldn't
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complain
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'bout
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anything
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small
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Nobody'd
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feel
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bad
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for
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me
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at
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all
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If
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I
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was
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cocaine
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or
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a
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bottle
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of
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Jack
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I'd
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Lyric
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get
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invited
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to
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every
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frat
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But
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when
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you
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get
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old
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and
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your
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good
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days
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are
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passed
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You'll
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only
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want
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me
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when
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you're
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sad
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Wish
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I
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was
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a
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song,
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your
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favorite
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one
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You'd
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follow
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the
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dance
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to
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me
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at
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your
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prom
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I
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would
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be
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there
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when
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your
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baby
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is
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born
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For
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two
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or
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three
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minutes,
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then
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Lyric
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I'm
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gone
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I
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wish
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I
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was
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big,
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as
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big
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as
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my
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house
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I'd
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sleep
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on
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the
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trees,
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I'd
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skip
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every
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crowd
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But
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I
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wouldn't
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fit
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on
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my
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therapist's
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couch
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God,
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I
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could
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really
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use
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him
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now
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I
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wish
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I
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was
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God,
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I'd
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never
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trip
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up
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And
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if
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I
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did,
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well,
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so
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fuckin'
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what?
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I
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could
|
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Lyric
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be
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cruel
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and
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break
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all
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your
|
stuff
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Yeah,
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I'd
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be
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loved
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no
|
matter
|
what
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But
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if
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I
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was
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God,
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it'd
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get
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kinda
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weird
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'Cause
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you
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would
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only
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say
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what
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I
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wanna
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hear
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And
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then
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you
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would
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die,
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you'd
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love
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me
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to
|
death
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I'd
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never
|
know
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who
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the
|
hell
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I
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am
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I
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wish
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I
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was
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me,
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Lyric
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whoever
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that
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is
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I
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could
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just
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be
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and
|
not
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give
|
a
|
shit
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Hey,
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I'll
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be
|
whatever
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makes
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you
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a
|
fan
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'Cause
|
I
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don't
|
know
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who
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the
|
hell
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I
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am
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One,
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two,
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pandemonium
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One,
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two,
|
pandemonium
|
Here
|
I
|
go
|
again
|
One,
|
two,
|
pandemonium
|
Here
|
I
|
go
|
again
|
One,
|
two,
|
pandemonium
|
One,
|
two
|
Here
|
I
|
go
|
again
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