Answer
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Every
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suntan
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tells
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stories
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and
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the
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shape
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of
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the
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white
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snitches
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Fat
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men
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in
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tropical
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climes
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Now
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you
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tell
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me
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you’ve
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been
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fucking
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somebody
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new
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And
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Answer
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that
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I
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should’ve
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known
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for
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a
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while
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Watching
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the
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starlings
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as
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autumn
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draws
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in
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As
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they
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make
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ghosts
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across
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London
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fields
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And
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I
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would’ve
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moved
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out
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Answer
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there
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to
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be
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with
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you
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I
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would’ve
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moved
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out
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there
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for
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real
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Saw
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a
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choir
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of
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golden
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angels
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wearing
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matching
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rucksacks
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As
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they
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obscured
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the
|
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Answer
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view
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to
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your
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train
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And
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I’m
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sorry
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if
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it
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seems
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like
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I’m
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rambling
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here
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Just
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wanna
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see
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the
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way
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the
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skin
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splits
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round
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his
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bones
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Answer
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And
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the
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gurgling
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head
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in
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your
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lap
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And
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the
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arms
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of
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the
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crowd
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as
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they
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pull
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me
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away
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And
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the
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mud
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and
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the
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blood
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in
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Answer
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the
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grass
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When
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we
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scraped
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our
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bones
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together,
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we
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got
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fire
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(fire,
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fire,
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fire)
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When
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we
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scraped
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our
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bones
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together,
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we
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got
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fire
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(fire,
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fire,
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Answer
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fire)
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When
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we
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scraped
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our
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bones
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together,
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we
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got
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fire
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(fire,
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fire,
|
fire)
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When
|
we
|
scraped
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our
|
bones
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together,
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we
|
got
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fire
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(fire,
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fire,
|
fire)
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