Answer
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It
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was
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Christmas
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Eve
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babe,
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in
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the
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drunk
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tank
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An
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old
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man
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said
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to
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me,
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"Won't
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see
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another
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one"
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And
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then
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he
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sang
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a
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song,
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The
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Rare
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Old
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Mountain
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Dew
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I
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turned
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my
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Answer
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face
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away
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and
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dreamed
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about
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you
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Got
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on
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a
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lucky
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one,
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came
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in
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eighteen
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to
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one
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I've
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got
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a
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feeling
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this
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year's
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for
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me
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and
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you
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So,
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happy
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Christmas
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I
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love
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you
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baby
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Answer
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I
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can
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see
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a
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better
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time
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when
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all
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our
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dreams
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come
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true
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They
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got
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cars
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big
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as
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bars,
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they
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got
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rivers
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of
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gold
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But
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the
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wind
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goes
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right
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through
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you,
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it's
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no
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place
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Answer
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for
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the
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old
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When
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you
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first
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took
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my
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hand
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on
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a
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cold
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Christmas
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Eve,
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you
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promised
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me
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Broadway
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was
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waiting
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for
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me
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You
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were
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handsome
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You
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were
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pretty
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Queen
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of
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New
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York
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City
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Answer
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When
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the
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band
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finished
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playing
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they
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howled
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out
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for
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more
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Sinatra
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was
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swinging
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All
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the
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drunks
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they
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were
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singing
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We
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kissed
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on
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a
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corner
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then
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danced
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through
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the
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night
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The
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boys
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of
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the
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Answer
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NYPD
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choir
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were
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singing
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Galway
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Bay
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and
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the
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bells
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were
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ringing
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out
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for
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Christmas
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Day
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You're
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a
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bum
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You're
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a
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punk
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You're
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an
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old
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slut
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on
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junk
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Lying
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there
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almost
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dead
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on
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a
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Answer
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drip
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in
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that
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bed
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You
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scumbag,
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you
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maggot
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You
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cheap
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lousy
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faggot
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Happy
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Christmas
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your
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arse
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I
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pray
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God
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it's
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our
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last
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I
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could
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have
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been
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someone
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Well
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so
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could
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anyone
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You
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took
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Answer
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my
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dreams
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from
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me
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when
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I
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first
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found
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you
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I
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kept
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them
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with
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me,
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babe
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I
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put
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them
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with
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my
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own
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Can't
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make
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it
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all
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alone
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I've
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built
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my
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dreams
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around
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you
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