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You
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used
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to
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be
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scared
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of
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the
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water
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You're
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safe
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by
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the
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side
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of
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your
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father
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Your
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sense
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of
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the
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world
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lay
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In
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your
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little
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home
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by
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the
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harbor
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You've
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always
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felt
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small
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in
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the
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city
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To
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think
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that
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last
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fall
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you
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were
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with
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me
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And
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all
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of
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your
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old
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clothes
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Are
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still
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in
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the
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hall
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of
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my
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building
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You
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never
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asked
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once
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No,
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you
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never
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asked
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why
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If
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I
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was
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putting
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things
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off
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If
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I
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was
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drinking
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too
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much
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of
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that
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red
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wine
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Oh,
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you'd
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wear
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yourself
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thin
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And
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accept
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every
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sin
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And
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if
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I
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glued
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myself
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shut
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You
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would
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find
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your
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way
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in
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We
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gambled
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our
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souls
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to
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the
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summer
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And
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rattled
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our
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bones
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to
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the
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thunder
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We
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watched
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every
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sunset
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Until
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we
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got
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sick
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of
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each
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other
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You've
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always
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said
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fall
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was
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your
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season
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That
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everyone's
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here
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for
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a
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reason
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I
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stare
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at
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your
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packed
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bags
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And
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ask
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what
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the
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hell
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you
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were
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meaning
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You
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never
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asked
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once
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No,
|
you
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never
|
asked
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why
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If
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I
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was
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putting
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things
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off
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If
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I
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was
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drinking
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too
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much
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of
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that
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red
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wine
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Oh,
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you'd
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wear
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yourself
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thin
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And
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accept
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every
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sin
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And
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if
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I
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glued
|
myself
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shut
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You
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would
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find
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your
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way
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in
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It
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only
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feels
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real
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after
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raining
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And
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hearts
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only
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heal
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after
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breaking
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I
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stare
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at
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the
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tree
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line
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And
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noticed
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the
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leaves
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aren't
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changing
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And
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does
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the
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wind
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blow
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in
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Cape
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Elizabeth?
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Constant
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and
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cold,
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how
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do
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you
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live
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with
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this?
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Love
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was
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a
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deadline
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Spend
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the
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rest
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of
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my
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life
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fuckin'
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missing
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it
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You
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never
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asked
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once
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No,
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you
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never
|
asked
|
why
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If
|
I
|
was
|
putting
|
things
|
off
|
If
|
I
|
was
|
drinking
|
too
|
much
|
of
|
that
|
red
|
wine
|
Oh,
|
you'd
|
wear
|
yourself
|
thin
|
And
|
accept
|
every
|
sin
|
And
|
if
|
I
|
glued
|
myself
|
shut
|
You
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would
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find
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your
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way
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in
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