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well im afraid that youve...
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everything
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pour toi.
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and just when im starting to...
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"two years away", he said.
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but she sympathized
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All I Want For Christmas
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destined for greatness
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since you've been gone
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Dear Keith,
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should i stay or should i go
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hii
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Merry Christmas
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1 hour and 45 minutes
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what if you should decide...
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ill never stop.
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i am:
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and now, for the 18th year in...
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LOOK
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tomorrow is katies birthday.
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and i win the award for...
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im the worst brother in the...
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FINE I ADMIT IT
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here is gone
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let that fever play.
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and where was i before the...
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ill stay the whole night...
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im trying to say what im...
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because it seemed like the...
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i should tell you, im...
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its do or die
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hi
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coincidence?
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and if i live to be a hundred...
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so.
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please dont read this.
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hey cool kid.
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honestly,
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i trust you not to read this.
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just kill me already
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a little late, but
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godiva.
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youve all but died
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bienvenue a montreal
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oh me oh my
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SATease me
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we were merely freshmen
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you can call me oliver twist.
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if i were cool, then
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je deteste le francais...
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however far away, i will...
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stupid ass test.
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and i dont want the world to...
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one headlight
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hey you.
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from the back of the...
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i am
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i am in dire need of a
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ment. to. be
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Formal.
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tuesday wednesday heart attack
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i get bored
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'cause we all know art is hard
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hey(!!!)
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shes got me spennnnndinnnn'
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i miss...
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FOOL 4 SCHOOL
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...
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wake up, sick and sore. youre...
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"keif, play wif the goggy."
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well keith didnt do anything...
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"keith, try to put that glove...
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teewhyessohehn.
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im sorry.
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i can say anything
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rawhiiiiide
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left blank.
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cant you see?
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por toi
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because hate doesnt make a...
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it took a lifespan with no...
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see jack run jack run jack...
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why cant we be together?
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hallelujah, hallelujah...
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ohhhhhhshit.
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single sentence asphyxiation
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you get six months to adapt
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but it was clear that day, so...
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BOO TO YOU TOO
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i wouldnt let your hands shake
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louder, louder...
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hold my hand to cross the...
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meet my team
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je t'aime
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elevator:lift::gas:petrol
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like when a clothesdryer...
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and we watched home videos...
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p.s. i hate math
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mussolinis dead
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i use vanilla mint toothpaste
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no, I am raps MVP.
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summertime in the city
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a b c d e. e.
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i wanted to be everything...
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kiss me, kate
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eh heh heh
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you made my head ache, yeah...
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see?
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j'ecris pour toi.
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what? oh, yeah.
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franglais
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HEY ITS KATIEDAY.
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fuck being grounded. have a...
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rather unbearable
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ive got a hunger twisting my...
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my middle name is frederick.
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once and up dont rhyme, you...
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any chimp can play human for...
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as the lights go down over...
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they know this, they know it...
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no, not poly...
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and then today,
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hyper-cool.
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and i give myself three days...
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maybe i feel detached
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the third planet is sure...
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okay shawty, go to a pawty.
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dirty lives
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jot jot jot
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sunrise, sunset...
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die, icesicle scum.
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somewhere only we know.
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because seven ate nine.
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everyone i know has got a...
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now he takes off her dress...
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she liked it.
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if you can find your pretty...
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allez, viens!
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tell me it wasnt a ghost.
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what a day.
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pokemon lovers for life.
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godspeed.
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its odd how such things come...
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i can 1-2 step. you love it...
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ive written something new.
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let the cops chase us around.
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my dear diary, its just you...
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cup your mouth to compress...
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i could make you smile, if...
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constantinople
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and i can change the world.
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is it me? is it true?
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wow.
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so this is the new year...
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this isnt about anyone, i...
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au revoir, et joyeux noël
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ill never let you go.
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i suck at writing, but i have...
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lik e a snak e i n th e gras...
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and kiss you on the mouth.
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second of the year, i...
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im sorry.
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song of the night.
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a little bit of this, a...
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your lipstick, his collar.
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seven-seven-seventeen years...
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gon' sip bacardi like its...
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il est possible que je...
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dahhhhhh.
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i made this, too.
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i made this for you.
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hoffman for pres.
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shes a taurus.
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i need a little room to...
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envision.
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boo, you whore.
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alix olson
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you are here.
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opiate
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yeah, but you should see the...
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i fail. and shell be dancing.
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shake it like a salt shaker.
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scholastic is cooltastic.
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concert crazy.
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you wear nothing, but you...
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crash into me
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i want to make you feel...
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blanc et noir, mademoiselle....
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heels under head
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i need you to show me away...
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lets get political.
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im on my feet, im on the...
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there are lovers who
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save tonight, fight the break...
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our still lives posed
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she sees my good deeds and,
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fortune faded
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the universe is shaped...
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dont know when but a day is...
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please dont parade on my...
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i wrote a song again. and...
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no one defies artificial light
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look, i can write my own name...
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champagne from a paper cup
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and then the bridge...
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so you can sell yourself on...
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i miss this song.
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honey, im home.
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yeah, sunshine state, right.
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you said "thanks, can i...
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lizs friends have wandering...
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bad actors with bad habits
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i like to love you.
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a week
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look what i made.
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do you remember these?
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worked up so sexual.
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i swear ill do my best to...
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waterbeds, hammocks and...
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two facts and a picture i...
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Tue 2:24 AM
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thank god for meghan
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i wont let you smother it
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ive seen fire and ive seen...
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i wrote another song.
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me and my old, old man.
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lets get pro-duc-tive
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my stomach is saying "ow."
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multitasking
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saturday as usual.
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if only
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i hate gone.
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undress you with my eyes
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further seems how long?
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but the eyes meet the eyes
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forty-four hours
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someone to excite my fantasy
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and when it all falls down,...
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looking for patterns in the...
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you can dance if you want to
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ive got this thing that i...
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hallways are meant to be...
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a modest proposal
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ah.
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i may have helped some things.
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well...
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yeah, i did.
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hi frnd
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this song sucks
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stupid keith
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such a weird dream.
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breathe in for luck
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not even close.
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smack.
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rondo for piano in a minor
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and ill drive and close my...
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and now for a less stupid...
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my writing sucks, please send...
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hi, im bored and i love you.
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i brake for cheerleaders.
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heres a title.
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dont worry, it doesnt make...
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the active users list tells...
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un explanation.
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yellshoutscreamangrykeith
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me llamo Meghan!
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because we all know art is...
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like jacques cousteau...
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but now, now my home is...
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sorry, but...
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southern tales
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eleanor rigby...
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as thirty dialogues bleed...
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hold up, wait a minute...
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i want a girl who will laugh...
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come around, ill let you feel...
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je suis rien special.
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like teenage lovers between...
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short entries make good...
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im feeling green
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i wear my sunglasses at night
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my united states of whatever
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studyfest 2004 WOOHOO
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i called a death cab and...
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black eyed keith
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with a little sweet and...
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oh how wonderful she is.
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i kissed you in a style that...
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and all that keith needs now
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mister cellophane
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PRINT THIS OUT, KATIE.
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je suis a votre service.
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ugly or pretty, its still my...
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dynamic duo.
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ranger mes affaires.
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snowmen stay up.
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so, how about that party.
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brushstroke symphony
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good afternoon.
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hang ten
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For Ellen.
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For Keith.
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sos, state of emergency
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its not the academy im...
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its in the air
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hey, oh, ok, bye
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heres my solo
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somebody got distracted
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short short short
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how odd
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id like one mother, no fries.
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im hungary for turkey
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such great heights
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it was a movie dive
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as the hand moved gently...
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and guess who wont get a...
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see where it gets you
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and by the way...
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i still say youre sexy
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you're so sexy
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“We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much.”
