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u-

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dre-

a-

mer

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hap-

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ning

with-

out

y-

ou

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your

hair

and

shave

your

beard

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squan-

dered

your

cha-

n-

ces

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give

you

a

thou-

sand

pounds

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show

me

how

you

do

i-

t

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be-

ing

so

lais-

sez-

faire

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all

scared

of

the

fu-

ture

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train-

ing

vi-

pers

to

come

for

you

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your

dre-

ams

to

re-

lease

you

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train-

ing

vi-

pers

to

come

for

you

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your

sle-

ep

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the

ra-

vens

are

lea-

ving

the

to-

wer

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the

ra-

vens

are

lea-

ving

the

to-

wer

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the

ra-

vens

are

lea-

ving

the

to-

wer

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your

pe-

ace

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got

a

taste

for

blood

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the

weak,

leave

the

young

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got

a

taste

for

blood

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walk-

ing

out

with-

out

you

You

will

kill

or

be

killed

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a-

bout

pr-

o-

gress

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got

a

ta-

ste

for

bl-

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ke

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head

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hap-

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ning

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y-

ou

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ch

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ni-

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guy

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tell

me

ev-

ery-

th-

ing

twice

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ip-

cra-

ck

spe-

ed

ju-

mp

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will

ru-

n

back-

wa-

rds

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be-

ing

so

lais-

sez-

faire

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all

scared

of

the

fu-

ture

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make

plans

for

big

times

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bogged

down,

dis-

trac-

ted

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make

plans

for

good

times

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ne-

on,

all

sur-

face

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kiss

me

be-

fo-

re

it

all

gets

com-

pli-

c-

a-

ted

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got

a

ta-

ste

for

bl-

o-

od

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for

blo-

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for

blo-

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for

blo-

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for

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